"What's going on? Why are you all here so early, did something happen?"
Casare glanced at Augustine Przybylski. Seeing that he didn't speak, he said, "At 3:15 this morning, Bramo led 200 armed men to swim across the Rock River to the south of Rockford. They launched a surprise attack on a regiment of the U.S. 3rd Infantry Division stationed there, killing the Colonel regiment commander, the Lieutenant Colonel deputy commander, and over 500 others, crushing their active forces."
Victor paused as he was about to light a cigarette.
He looked up in astonishment.
"He's that brave?!"
Is this a fantasy novel or what?
Casare himself could hardly believe it. Bramo, who was he?
A playboy!
He used to get into all sorts of trouble; car racing and fighting were routine, and he did everything except drugs.
He only went into politics because he was the eldest grandson, pushed in by Old Rumsfeld.
"War can change people a lot," Casare had to say.
