The hum of voices, the clatter of boots and the noise of a truck, where the cargo is soldiers. The usual field operation they're used to.

The commander's steps and voice were heard clearly and loudly throughout the body. Graves looked closely at his soldiers, as if checking their readiness, and nodded approvingly to several of them. He tapped some on the helmet or shoulder in a friendly manner as he passed by.

"Get your asses ready, boys and girls. Stay focused and don't you dare fucked up!" – he chanted loudly and in response there was an equally loud “YEAP-YEAP!”.

"These guys are a few kilometers away, Mexican forces. Treat them like your brothers."