Seal Team Seven 5 - Firestorm by Keith Douglass

Author:Keith Douglass [Keith Douglass]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Murdock pulled the ring and jerked the safety pin out of the grenade. He held it a moment, then let the arming spoon pop off the grenade and tossed it underhand toward Jaybird.

20

Tuesday, November 25

1448 hours Chocolate Mountain Gunnery Range Niland, California Jaybird's eyes widened just a moment. Then he reached out, caught the 4.2-second-fused fragmentation grenade, spun, and threw it as far as he could toward the boxes he had just set up as targets. At once, Jaybird dropped to the desert sand and turned his head away from the coming blast.

The grenade exploded just as it hit the ground between the thirty- and forty-yard targets. The men heard some shrapnel whistling through the air over their heads.

"Anybody hit?" Murdock asked. The SEALS shook their heads, and there were a couple of audible negatives. Jaybird got up, dusted off his cammies, and walked on up to the group.

"Jaybird didn't know I was going to do that," Murdock said. "He reacted properly under an extreme stress situation. As SEALS we always have to be ready for the unexpected. That's how we stay alive and make sure the other guys die. For the next half hour or so we're going to throw live grenades. No horsing around. These little bombs kill people."

The SEALS sat up and then stood.

"Fernandez, go into the bus and bring out another case of fraggers. The rest of you line up and get ready to throw some. Those cardboard boxes out there are open on the top. Whoever puts a grenade inside any of them gets a three-day pass.

"You'll each throw three times, one M-67 at each of the three boxes. Better hit the deck after that first twenty-yarder."

Jaybird led off the line. He was long on the twenty-yard box, came within six feet of the thirty-yard one, and was short on the forty.

The shrapnel kept flying. Jaybird moved all the men but the thrower back another twenty yards as a precaution.

One of the new men, Harry "Horse" Ronson, was the only one to drop a grenade into a box. He hit the thirty-yarder and blew it into pieces. They were nearly finished throwing. Jaybird sent a man out to replace the shrapnel-torn box.

Murdock was the last man to throw. He picked out one of the WP grenades and threw it as far as he could. It sailed five yards beyond the last box and burst into a star pattern of fiercely burning white phosphorus trails. When the smoke blew away, Jaybird led the SEALS out to make sure there were no smoldering fires in the sparse grass and shrubs of this far end of the Mojave Desert. White phosphorus burns so hot it will burn right through anything flammable. That includes an arm or a leg if the sticky WP hits a person. When the SEALS came back, Murdock was ready for them.

It was 1537. The sun burned down with an attitude and the men had finished their canteens, filled them, and drained them again. Someone said a working man in the desert needed seven quarts of water a day to survive.

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