The radio crackles to life: Warrior Six this is Lima One Niner, radio check, over. Without looking up from his map, Lt. Johnson snarls at Cpl. Howard to turn that damn radio down. In the distance, Sgt. Hochberg positions his machine gun fire teams, to ensure the path beyond the cypress tress will be right in the kill zone. While smoking the last cigarette for the next few days, I gaze into the distance and take notice of the inherent beauty right in front of me. With daylight fading, each soldier nestles in for the night, light and noise discipline strictly enforced. We will lay in wait for the next two days to ambush a company sized element we expect to move through this area. Sadly, this beautiful spot will be touched by the horrors of warfare, lives will be lost, families touched for eternity.