The Hornets Nest

  John awake to see the sunset, and just for a moment, he allowed himself to remember another sunset, one at home with her. Her, he thought, and her pretty face flashed in his mind! He shook it off though, snapping his reality to the scene at hand. Around him, all of his brothers slept, or like him, were just now waking after the last gasps of daylight began fading into night.
  His platoon wore the patch of Night Fighter, a proud member of Shadow Company, of the Tactical  Anti-Terror Battalion, or TAB as the men called it. They were special forces alright, but with one difference from their daylight brothers? All of their hunting and fighting was done at night, and so they slept during the daylight hours.
  Now special forces are special forces, but almost to a man, all would say of these night warriors that, They were the baddest mother fuckers on the planet! And so John now fully awake, brushed the cover from off of his body and rose to a seated position, stretching the tightness out of his muscles. His platoon had been on these type of missions before. In fact, before they left the camp for insertion, the guys were laughing at their last snatch and capture mission. That was a great snatch someone said, Did you see the look on his face when we pulled him off that little kid? I thought he might die, and headquarters would never believe that we didn't off the little rodent ourselves. Yeah, he was a particularly despicable cock roach George said. George was the platoon's poet.
  Because they only did their hunting and killing at night, the men would always pick a place that offered the most natural cover as could be had from the environment in which they found themselves, and when the daylight came, that was the time to sleep, and the men would sleep covered in whatever was natural, and slept in a circle from the rally point, about one hundred yards across. As the saying went, no one sleeps unless all sleep. And so they set no sentries, but rather slept in this circle, each man spaced from the other on his left and his right. Once one rose up to fight, they all did. God help the poor pilgrim who while walking was unlucky enough to kick one of them to life, because he will have just entered the hornets nest, and he is about to get stung with malice!