[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Road to Le Haye Sainte[/h2][/center]

James was still holding a small piece of gauze from his first aid kit to his cheek where a bullet had skimmed his face when someone offered to take his place keeping watch on the right flank. He shook his head and told them to go rest as he kept watching. Of course, the Imp responsible had still been killed, James had put a bullet between the guy's eyes himself and then put two more in the guy's chest after bullets had stopped flying. Still, his cheek stung every time he smiled and he hated it. But he supposed he got off lucky, all things considered. The bullet could have found it's way into his skull instead of skimming his cheek.

It had been another two hours on the road, with James refusing to rotate out of his position on watch, before the sergeant called for them to pull over and disembark from the APC and hide it. James and a couple of other Scouts were tasked with moving up and scoping out the village before they moved on it and when they reached the edge of the forest, PFC Hunt let loose a quiet string of curses that would make a sailor proud. Before the three scouts lay wide open farmland with little to offer in the way of cover except for the occasional abandoned tractor or farm house and those weren't going to offer great cover for long. Turning back towards the APC, James waits for the rest of the squad to catch up and find out what the plan was.