‘Comms just went off!’ On the mountaintop, 10,873 feet, 9:36, the Granite Echo died down, Falcon Seven disappeared. They called me ‘coffee girl’ and pushed me out. The general turned back: ‘What do you know?’. Ten minutes later…
At 10,873 feet above sea level, where oxygen thinned just enough to make every careless movement feel like a mistake and the wind never truly stopped screaming, Forward Operating Base Granite Echo clung to the spine of the mountain like something welded there out of stubbornness and steel, a stack of Hesco barriers and antenna…
