An hour later, on the outer perimeter of the Sam Country base at the edge of the forest.
Inside the defensive works built from rows of sandbags, a unit was on duty, watching the surroundings warily. Many men were leaning against the sandbag piles smoking, talking in low voices. The late-morning sun was already quite hot, and the soldiers were all dripping with sweat. On any other battlefield they would have taken off their bulletproof helmets, even loosened their Tactical Bullet-Proof Vests, but here no one dared, afraid of being attacked.
