It's dawn, the mosquitoes should be going away soon. Great. I was afraid we'd walk right into the ambush with the whole platoon slapping their butts.

So much for stealth.

We're making only average progress. One checkpoint, two to go, and one hour to cover them.

C'mon guys, I know the ground's tough going with the mud and all, but try to pick up the pace.

We can make the time if the log bridge is still intact. After last night's rain, I'm seriously doubting it. One look at their faces and I know what they're thinking: Nobody wants to do a river crossing.