(You can read part 7 here)

(Dedicated with great respect and admiration to SOFREP sister Ms. Kristi B.)

Peachy Atlanta had a long foot movement in store for me this eve. I groaned as I checked my map repeatedly hoping some correction would shorten the distance between A and B. No such luck; this adventure wanted me to stroll and by God, I was going to stroll.

The night was dropping in. The day had been a madhouse of rushing from point to point and just barely making it in time; a real cliffhanger of a day. The intent was evident: the Unit was steadfast in its intent to test the static pressure of the blood vessels in my brain. I could just picture the grading algorithm: