This is from the book “Rebel Station.” You will find it listed on Amazon.com.

At 2030, Chung and his men were in the staging area applying the final touches of camouflage paint to their faces.  When they were finished, they silently moved out.

“Are you ready?” Hathaway asked Pierce as they sat over against the wall.  He pulled out a book and began to read.

Jake loved his coffee and he loved it strong, night or day, it didn’t matter.  And when it came to sleeping, it didn’t bother him as it did others.  But, on the other hand, he did seem to need it to start his day.  He was watching the men and taking some mental notes.  He was about to take another sip when suddenly the feeling he’d been feeling all day urged him to go outside.  “Good time to make a perimeter check,” he said.  But first, he walked over to the coffee pot and filled up a thermos.

Kang made his way slowly up to the edge of the east tree line.  There was no clear zone here and he could use the trees to conceal his movements.  He moved silently up until he could see the outline of the bunker to his right.  With the darkness being his friend, he had no problem slipping past it and into the little finger of trees that went into the compound.  He silently moved through until he got to where he could see the open area.  He got down to a knee behind a tree and looked left down the road leading into the compound, and then right.  Seeing no one, he got up, stayed low, and made his way across and into the next wooded area.  From there he stayed near the northern edge and moved another fifty- or sixty-meters further west.  He found a place he could set up that gave him a clear and unobstructed line of sight to the west end of the main building.  He loaded an RPG round, placed the weapon on the ground at his feet, and readied himself with his AK-47, just in case he had trouble.  As he was doing that, he observed a four-man patrol making their way along the west side perimeter.

Sgt. Fagan and his fire team were making their way across the open area along the west side road.  They had just left the tower at Tango One and their next stop was Bravo Two.

“It sure is dark out here,” Patterson said, as he looked out beyond the perimeter.

“Yep, so watch your step,” Fagan said, looking back over his shoulder.

Jake walked into Rebel Base, picked up the field phone to the bunkers on the north perimeter and spun the crank.  He waited for a response from each one.  “This is Anderson,” he said, “I’m coming out to check on you guys and to bring out some coffees, so don’t anyone shoot.”  He smiled and put the phone back into its case.  He headed back to the squad room.  His flak vest was next to his weapon, and he put in on.  It was the old Vietnam type and all it was really good for was stopping low velocity shrapnel or a rock or something.  He grabbed his weapon and headed for the back door.

“Be careful out there,” Griffin said.

Jake smiled and nodded back at him.  “Griff, make contact with Howard and check their status.”

“Roger that.”

It was 2130 when Jake stepped outside the back door and into the warm night air.  He took in a deep breath, looked up into the night sky, and, as always, was amazed at the stars.  No moon yet.  That could be a problem, he thought.  As he stood there just outside the doorway, he looked around, then reached into his butt pack and pulled out his Rebel cap, put it on, and smiled.  He listened to the normal night sounds, but the only sound that drew his attention was the low hum of the generator.  He turned his head to the left and looked at it, but what he saw was the shelter that had been constructed around it.  And even though it was supposed to muffle the sound, it didn’t.  He thought, surely, this thing can be heard by someone other than me.  He turned around and looked back into the door, shrugged, and stepped off.

The trees in front of him were about ten meters away and had an eerie look about them.  During the summer months, they were in full bloom making it hard to see through them.  He thought about the weather and how the rain would be coming in soon.  He hated the rain.  He remembered the rainy season in Vietnam, so he was sure it would be the same here since they were in the same T.O.O. “Theater of Operations.”  He looked to his right and saw the tower of Tango Two.  He cleared his throat and looked back to his left.  He considered going down to the foot path and going around that way, then thought about going by way of Bravo 9.  “Nope, I’m taking a shortcut through the trees.”  Besides, he wanted to stop in the com building and talk to them about radio traffic from other military installations, especially anything that might affect them.

As Jake walked slowly through the trees toward the com building, he began to have that bad feeling again and suddenly his blood ran cold again.  He stopped instinctively and brought his weapon up.  Death was on the prowl and close.  He could feel it.  He looked slowly around him and then slowly, and cautiously, he continued.  When he reached the other side of the wooded area, he could see the back side of the com building.  On both sides of the building were the antennas. He waited for a minute and saw two men of the security team as they came around the back side of the building.  One of them stopped to light a cigarette, turned, looked at Jake and waved, then went back to his duty.  Both guards had their M- 16s slung over their shoulders, and neither of them seemed to be very concerned or alert.  Rookies, he thought, as he walked around to the front and entered in.

“Hey, guys.  What’s on the old airwaves?” Jake said, as he went over to one of the operators.

Staff Sergeant Thomas Roves sat at the com panel monitoring the radio traffic coming in.  He turned to look up at Jake.

“Hey Jake, how’s it going out there?”

“Kind of scary,” Jake responded.

“Well, here’s something that might scare you even more.  We’ve been picking up some chatter that has a strong signal.  It seems to be radio-to-radio in Korean.  I don’t know a lot about the language, but I think someone said in place, another sounded like they acknowledged, and several transmissions about targets, but nothing about what targets.”

 “And you say it sounds local.”

“Yea, clear, you know.”

“Any word from the DMZ,” Jake asked, hoping to get some insight.

“Nothing yet,” said Roves.

“Okay, thanks,” Jake said and left.  Radio transmissions, and close.  Could mean that they were about to have some very unfriendly visitors.  And you can bet they don’t have Rebel Stations best interest in mind.

At Bravo 9, Sgt. Vaughn stared at the perimeter.  He was calm, collected, and just as the others, unsuspecting.  He looked out into the darkness that surrounded him.  A slight breeze blew through the tops of the trees and made a rustling sound.  He looked up and had a momentary thought about home.

After Jake finished his conversation with com, he stepped back outside and for a moment just listened.  The sounds of the night, plus that of the generator, were still all he heard.  He turned back around to look in the direction of the generator.  Even though it was a low hum, it sure did make a lot of noise.  He continued through the open area and could see the backside of Bravo 9 another seventy or so meters in front of him.  With what little bit of light there was, he was glad he could see it, and the ground, because he would hate to stumble and fall.  That would be embarrassing.

Chung and his men moved silently and undetected into their individual attack positions.  They confirmed they were in place by squelching twice.  Now, they waited.

Chung still did not understand why the Americans deemed it unnecessary to put out any early warning devises.  That decision would be a costly mistake.

After he knew his men were ready, he waited for a few seconds, then reached into a small bag and pulled out his infrared spotter scope.  He put it to his eyes and watched the bunker on the northern tip.  That was his target.  He scanned the area immediately around it then refocused on his target.  He could see that it was manned by two personnel, one watching while the other probably rested.  Then off to his left he noticed a soldier walking across the short distance of open area headed toward the bunker.  Chung put the scope back in his bag and slowly picked up his RPG-7V and prepared to initiate the attack, his RPG round hitting his target was the signal to start.

Sgt. Kyung-gu, just forty meters to Chung’s right waited as well.  He was loaded and would follow up with an RPG of his own.

Even though Jake was not able to see if someone was in close proximity watching him, he knew they were there.  He knew it because that uneasy feeling was still there and seemed to be getting stronger.  He kept walking slowly toward Bravo 9, scanning the area as he went.  When he got there, he announced his presence.

“Sgt. Vaughn, I’m coming in.”

“Come on in,” he said from the front of the bunker.  He had the star light scope to his eye scanning the area along the tree line directly to his north and swinging around to his northeast.

“See anything?” Jake asked, as he got inside.

“Nada,” replied Vaughn.  “And very soon we won’t be able to see anything at all, because the batteries are rapidly dying and then we’ll have to wait for fresh ones to come out, if there are any.”

“I brought some coffee, if anyone needs some.”  Jake came up behind Vaughn and took up his position looking out of the front of the bunker.

The bunkers were built with three deep sand bagged walls on three sides and a steel grate on top.  The grate was primarily used as a pallet to ship equipment, but now it had another use, as the bunker’s top cover.  It looks pretty sturdy, he thought.  Jake looked out of the gun port and could just barely make out the tree line as branches loomed over the north end of what someone called a thirty-foot clear zone.  He was looking at a spot off to his right when once again his blood ran cold causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight up.  In a split-second, his alert level went to one hundred and ten percent.  Talk about Spidey senses, the second time in less than ten minutes.  It was time to pay close attention.  Something was about to happen.  He knew it.  He picked up the field phone and spun the crank.

“Go ahead Bravo 9,” Sergeant Allen said.

“This is Anderson.  Do you have some spare batteries for the scope?  I think I have movement out to my November, and I need to see it.”

“I’ll see if we can get some out to you.”

“Roger that.  Also, alert Reaper Actual and the other bunkers.”

Jake put the handset back in its cradle and tuned his ears back into the sounds of the night.  He listened intently. However, the only sounds he could hear were those of the tree limbs bumping up against each other from the breeze and the chirping of the night insects.  To the rear was the hum of the generator.  He listened even more intently.  He was beginning to feel very edgy and after another minute, he walked out the back of the bunker and went around to its right side.  He stopped and stood there, looking around.  He had his GAU in his right hand holding it by the heat guards, and after a few more seconds, he brought it up to port arms, chambered a round and waited.

The two men inside the bunker heard the bolt of Anderson’s weapon as it was jacked back and let go, slamming a round into the chamber.

“Everything okay out there, Sergeant Anderson?” Vaughn yelled.

Jake could feel the adrenaline rush through his body as he slowly scanned the tree line. “Something ain’t —” he started to say ‘right’ when all of the sudden something caught his eye. It was just a glimmer.  Maybe his imagination, maybe a spot of water on a leaf, but no matter, his attention was focused on that spot in the northeast portion of the tree line.  Extreme danger was out there.  He knew it.  I know you’re there.  “Anyone got any slap flares?” Jake asked, as he looked intently out into the tree line some thirty meters away.  He still hasn’t heard Rebel Base transmit to Reaper Actual.  “Ring up Rebel Base again.”

Inside Rebel Base, Sergeant Allen was working on his daily blotter when the buzzer on the switchboard sounded.  He looked over at it and saw that it was Bravo 9.  He picked up the handset and put it to his ear. “Sergeant Allen,” he said.

“This is Vaughn.  Sergeant Anderson is with us, and he believes he has movement, a contact to my November.  Alert the positions and alert Reaper Actual.”

“Copy that.”  This time Allen picked up the handset and transmitted.  “Reaper Actual, this is Reaper Main, over.”  He waited for a response and then repeated it. “Reaper Actual, this is Reaper Main, over.”

Down below at the Reaper Actual camp, Hammer was monitoring the radio when he heard the call.  He pulled the handset out of its cradle and replied. “Reaper Main, this is Reaper Actual.  Go ahead with your traffic, over.”

“Reaper Actual, we have a possible contact outside the perimeter at Bravo 9.  Be on the alert, over.”

“Reaper Main, I copy, possible contact outside Bravo 9.”  Hammer went over to Sergeant Howard and Steel and told them.

“Get the men ready to move,” Howard said.

Down at Comm the radio was alive with activity. From every Army Post and base in South Korea, there were reports of attacks. The Lieutenant and his men all knew that this had to be the prelude for the upcoming attacks. They wrote down as much information as they could.

“We have got to get this information to the captain.” Said one of the Sergeants.  

Lei Chung looked at his watch, one minute to attack.  He slowly raised the RPG-7V up to his shoulder and looked through its infrared scope with passive night sight, putting the bunker in its crosshairs.  From where he was, he could see between the trees and had a straight, unobstructed shot to his target.  He was prepared to shoot when he saw a figure step out from the rear of his intended target.  The man stopped, brought his weapon up to his chest and stood there.  Chung froze and stared back at the man.  The man didn’t move.  He just stared at the spot where he was.  He began to press on the trigger, but for some reason he didn’t fire.  He waited.  Jake stood there motionless for another thirty seconds.  Chung stayed motionless as well, watching and waiting.  Another thirty seconds passed.

“Do you think the batteries have at least ten or twenty seconds of power left?  I need to get a look at that tree line,” he yelled back at Sgt. Vaughn.

“They just died, and now we are basically blind,” Vaughn said, as he stepped out the back of the Bunker and looked at him.

“All the positions have been notified.”

“Good.  I’m going back to the main building to alert Griffin’s team and tell the captain.” Jake quickly walked off.

Chung continued to watch the man who seemed to know exactly where he was.  Then the man turned and began to hurriedly walk away.

At Bravo 10, Sergeant Masters and Airman Peterson were manning an M-60 machine gun and watching the northeast tip.  As far as they could see, however, was to the edge of the clear zone.  Beyond that it would take some light, which, if they had a scope, it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Man, I can’t see a thing,” Masters exclaimed, with some irritation.  “I guess we’ll have to rely on our keen eyesight and super sense of smell.”

At Bravo 11, Senior Airman Torrelo and Airman Johnston were covering to the west.  There was nothing out there and they didn’t expect anything to be.  Torrelo got down, pulled out a heat tab, and began heating some water to make some coffee.

Sgt. Richards and A1C Brown in Bravo one viewed the same thing as Bravo 12, only they were seventy meters further south.

“See anything?” Brown asked.

“Nope, nothing out there but the dark,” Richard said squinting.

It was time.  Lt. Chung took careful aim at his target, pulled the trigger, and …