The same message would be showing on tac comps, datascreens, and helmet visors all over the unit. Tom slumped down in his commander’s seat and stared at the screen. The battle, never real, was over. The very real exhaustion of three days of field exercise asserted itself, threatening to overwhelm Tom’s chemically reinforced awareness. It seemed that every one of his bones ached with weariness. Tired as Tom was, his men would be no less weary; he had to get them squared away before he could let go. Part of him was happy the exercise was over, but part of him was annoyed. It hadn’t been exactly fair. He held onto that annoyance, using the anger to keep him going.