"Gary! Is that your platoon out there at Tango?"

That's the fog of war. Every couple of minutes you get a trickle of information, but in between that you have no idea where your men are.

Or where the enemy is. By the time you figure things out, the situation changes again. This is worse. Both platoons are on the same side. Thank God they only have blanks.

If mine and Lieutenant Gary's platoons start firing at each other, this mission is going to look pretty bad. Dammit, Ong, respond! Where the hell are you?

I hope they haven't already started popping...