They stood there, like gray ghosts, because there is no color in moonlight. The silence around them was eerie, strange, a shocking contrast to the incredible noise of the firefight they'd just been through. Wisps of gray smoke drifted silently through the compound as if in slow motion but they - they were too stunned to move.
The Cong were gone. The attack had been sudden, out of the blue, and came with a ferocity the Cong had never demonstrated before. It ended almost as suddenly as it had started.
They knew the days of 'easy duty' were gone now. Forever.