The voice becoming easier, joined by another. Small beams of light, breaking into our darkness, as congregating enemy forces all but surrounded our only refuge. Closer they came, blocking sight, blocking sound, blocking light. Hours drifted by, total silence from the highly trained, incredibly fearful personnel within. Hours seemed days.
More hours pass.
Tension of knife-cutting thickness, building in waves in each man. Sudden movement, as night becomes day. Enemy forces called away. Breaths audible to all, as each one gasps for a full breath of morning air. As day slowly turns back to night, the comms guy starts to let out uncontrolled cries of joy.