Battalion Commander William James Hearst lifted his head, spitting out a mouthful of sand, "Hey, hey, hey! Bomb over there, bomb over there!"
As if the missiles could actually take orders.
They paid no heed at all, zipping right over the battlefield.
Furious, the Battalion Commander cursed, "Navy idiots must have eyes on their asses."
Meanwhile, at the rear, at God Division's 17th Regiment headquarters.
The hired American advisor, peering through binoculars, spotted black dots approaching from a distance, getting closer and closer.
His sixth sense told him something was terribly wrong.
When he finally saw clearly what it was, his eyes widened suddenly.
"Missile! Missile! Run!!!"
He dropped the binoculars and bolted.
Those in the headquarters who heard him were mostly confused, but some reacted quickly and ran immediately.
Don't ask why.
The American advisor certainly had his reasons.
