“It’s about time,” the Libyan sergeant cried in Arabic. “We’ve been waiting for a new maintenance crew all week!”

The Chadians continued their advance, and a moment later a look of complete and utter horror dawned on the Libyan’s face…one which brought a smile to Williamson’s own.

“Fire! Open fire! They’re not reinforcements, we’re under attack!” The Soviet-made tanks and armored personnel carriers behind him began to cough and smoke to life.

“Right now, boys,” Williamson whispered. “Just like we practiced.”

The Toyotas in front parted, revealing a line of trucks with anti-tank missile launchers welded to their beds. The Libyans didn’t even have time to fire a single round before the rockets were inbound and angry.