Operation Oryx: Final Turn
Several feisty eleventh hour orders should guarantee Operation Oryx goes out with a bang rather than a whimper. When we parted company last Monday, three of our mortarmen were running the gauntlet, our Patton was scrutinising a small patch of trees for signs of an elusive T-80, and two of our ‘orphans’ were attempting to neutralise a pair of surprisingly doughty T-55 survivors.