"Adrenaline surged through Brogran as he scanned around him for the threat he sensed was there. The narrow roadway had forced their convoy to crawl along at forty kilometers an hour. His shoulder leaned against the heavy armored door as his fingers curled into the door latch.
Then he saw them. Ten men jumped up behind parapets on the roofs of buildings in front of him, on the left and on the right, pointing rocket-propelled grenades at his convoy. In one swift movement he pulled the latch and shouldered the heavy door open, propelling himself out the door. He was in mid-air when he heard the unmistakable whoosh of the rocket propelled grenades hurtling toward the vehicles.
Then RPGs exploded the vehicles outside with a sound like end-of-the-world thunder. The force and heat of the explosions threw him hard against a wall. Shrapnel drilled into the back of his head, legs and arms and his eardrums felt as if they had burst. Intense pain overwhelmed him as the world faded to black."
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