Did we invade or just move forward?” Martinez asked.
“Can’t tell,” Harper said. There were two radios in the front, and they both crackled with orders, voices overlapping.
“Well, are we in Iraq or not?” Jimmy said.
“I said, I can’t tell. The GPS is on the fritz. But I don’t think so.”
“Wasn’t that the berm back there?” Like Jimmy, Ramos had an obscured view in the back.
“Might’ve been a hill. I didn’t see any barbed wire.”
“Headline: ‘Marines Think They Entered Iraq,’ ” Jimmy said.
“F—- you.”
“The greatest high-tech fighting force on the planet was fairly certain that it attacked a member of the Axis of Evil yesterday,” Jimmy said as if composing a story out loud. “Marine sources reported that the glorious invasion had begun, unless they should have made a left at the gas station right past the church, in which case it hadn’t.”
“Fog of war,” Harper said. “Get used to it.”

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