Three days later, Indiana, night.
The cold enveloped the country road.
A military convoy stretched for several kilometers, slowly inching through the darkness.
This was the 11th Infantry Division, hastily transferred from a nearby military district, composed of a diverse mix, with a significant proportion of Black soldiers and Latino immigrants, sent as reinforcements heading toward Gree City to replace severely depleted troops.
Even within the U.S. Military, there were grades and hierarchies.
Deer also discriminate against each other.
The lead vehicle suddenly stopped without warning, its brake lights glaringly bright.
The convoy, like a centipede choked at the neck, came to a halt segment by segment.
In one of the command Hummers in the middle, Major General William Bill Carson was rubbing his throbbing temples as the stagnation report from the intercom made him frown.
