Tank POV
Don was ready to send us on our way, a smile on his face, knowing he had trained professionals on the job. I double-checked our radio before leaving and got the thumbs-up from Don. Each team was given four sections to start on. Ours was map reference forty to forty-four. We started at forty-four, being the farthest away, and would work backwards.
It was hard work getting to our starting point; I slipped a few times on the wet ground, hurt my thigh, but couldn't stop. Our pace was slower than I would have liked. But as I was always told, more haste, less speed. We will get there.
We were puffing hard, having almost finished the sweep of the first grid, we were calling out different boys' names, hoping one would respond to their name, and we were glad one section was cleared. Th
