Home Coming (The Survivalist Book 10) by A. American

of what the weapon does. The current version carries forty rockets that are a little longer than nine feet. They can carry a variety of warheads with a range of between twelve and nineteen miles. The warheads ranged from high explosive to incendiary. The thunder we were hearing was from three of these units sitting on the eastern shore of Lake Beauclair just south of Eustis. Each machine fired its forty-rocket load, one-hundred-twenty rockets. They carried a mixed load, two with high explosive warheads and the last with the incendiary type. Sarge called for a halt and we stopped in the middle of the road. Everyone got out of the vehicles and stood in the road looking south. We couldn’t see Eustis from where we were, but we could clearly hear it. “What is that awful noise?” Kay asked. The old man stood looking south and replied, “It’s artillery hitting Eustis from the sound of it. I think that helicopter we saw earlier was getting solid coordinates.” Cecil gave out a low whistle, “It sounds like hell.” Sarge nodded. “It is.” He looked around and called Doc. “Get in the MRAP; we’re going to town.” Chris Yates had drawn a straw to come on this trip as well and he moved quickly to collect his gear and follow Doc. I ran to the Suburban and grabbed my gear. I was in shorts and flip flops, but I was going too. Mel didn’t question me when I kissed her, saying, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She nodded and looked down the road, in the direction of the sound. “I’ll get the girls home