On an Afghan outpost he never should been assigned to, Riley Anderson is forced to make command decisions he never expected to face. Within minutes after starting his shift the world rains steel and mortars down the little wood shack he calls home.
A coordinated attack? In the middle of the desert? No one in this dusty little FOB had expected or anticipated it. With dead and dying solders all around Riley has to deal with troubles of the heart and, literally, of the head.
Worse, he has only two handguns and 30 bullets between him and the insurgents.