" This is what will happen to you as well, my little American Marine; after I have used you first, of course. No one will save you! What you see is nothing compared to what that whore has endured and what you will also endure. You are no longer American warriors- now you are Iraqi whores!"

Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta Force was waiting in the sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped curve. They had been landed from two MH-47's here, deep in the Iraqi rear area, only an hour before. Now the assault team waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a captured Iraqi army truck, while the support team waited in two man teams spread throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signaled the approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp headquarters. Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City and back with whatever they could find to feed themselves now that the Iraqi supply system had collapsed under the bombing. The Delta Force team was going to join this convoy and use it to pass through the checkpoints into the headquarters area. When the last truck approached the first part of the curve, two of the support force pulled on a rope to move an accordion like metal frame covered with spikes across the asphalt in front of the truck. As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed with two punctured tires, the Delta Force truck came out of the dunes to replace it at the end of the convoy. With the engine noises and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the Iraqis in the first three trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the support team dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck's cab. All they saw were the black-out lights of the last truck coming around the curve. In a few moments, the convoy was being waved through the first checkpoint and into the headquarters area.