A violent attack on the American Forces Network facility in Sicily has left innocent people injured or killed...
No sooner had he gotten the words out, when bursts of gunfire sent the team racing for cover, drawing their weapons. But it was nearly impossible to see human shapes in the darkness, almost impossible to tell where the Italian workers were. All the Americans could do was return fire at muzzle flashes.
Adler was familiar with the sound of Uzis and automatic weapons. Their .45s wouldn’t be much of a match.
“Get back! Get back!” he shouted to his men, all of them scooting backward, trying to get behind some protection.
All Adler could hope for was that the darkness would give them the added cover they so desperately needed now. His thoughts went to Moshenko, not knowing where he and the two Russians were, hoping they made it to safety.
Outside they heard shouting and gunfire, total pandemonium. The workers were completely defenseless. They were running, trying to hide, but the attackers were coming at them relentlessly.
All the ammunition, rifles, and mortars EOD recovered from the tunnel weren’t going to do them any good now. Adler scooted closer to one of the Jeeps, reached behind the driver’s seat, and pulled out an ammo box with extra clips for the .45s. “Taylor! Behind that seat! Get the extra ammo!”