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They were Alpha-Two, a small wedge of Delta Force—or SAS, depending on who was telling the story—driven deep behind Iraqi lines during the opening days of .

"Jones, you're with me for the charges. Connors, find a spot to lay down covering fire if things go south," Bradley ordered. conflict-desert-storm

"Target's the SCUD battery at the edge of the dunes," Bradley said, his voice a low gravel over the comms. "If those missiles launch, the whole coalition coalition could splinter before the ground war even starts". They were Alpha-Two, a small wedge of Delta

The air filled with the chaotic symphony of war: the sharp crack of Foley’s sniper rifle, the heavy chatter of the machine gun, and the desperate shouts of Iraqi soldiers scrambling to their posts. Bradley didn't panic. He focused on Jones, who was rapidly wiring the detonator. "Done! Move out!" Jones yelled. "Target's the SCUD battery at the edge of

Foley didn't say much. He just shouldered his rifle and moved toward a high ridge. A few moments later, his voice came through: "I’ve got eyes on the site. Two tanks guarding the perimeter. Guard patrols are tight."

The squad fell back, leapfrogging under the cover of smoke grenades as the desert behind them erupted into a pillar of orange flame. The SCUD launcher was gone.