There were no gunshots, no artillery fire, no trenches, no fortresses, yet Sirte said this was the front line.
Then it must be the front line.
The reason was simple, because the war here was different; it was not trench warfare from World War I, nor the large tank battles of World War II, or the thousands of infantrymen slaughtering each other in the grinder of a devastated city.
The war here was different, solely because one of the combatants, the Ram, came from a mercenary background, accustomed and adept at small-scale combat, and he had simply expanded this style of fighting.
