The radio was busy. Farrell's voice was on it every minute.
"*Kelleher, Farrell. West road. What's your state? Over.*"
There was a pause, too long, and then Eamon's voice.
"*Farrell, Kelleher. We're still here. They've come at us along the side. We've lost the front of the road. The first two houses. We're holding the line at the chapel. Over.*"
"*Can you hold that? Over.*"
"*For now. If they bring another Challenger round on this side, no. I'm not going to tell you yes when it's no. Over.*"
"*Understood.*"
"*Request. Over.*"
"*Go.*"
"*I want to move the volunteers off the road and into the chapel yard. They're too exposed where they are, and they're no good to the lads in the ditch if they're dead. It shortens the line. We'd still cover the road. Over.*"
There was a pause.
"*Approved. Do it. Keep the road covered. Over.*"
"*Will do.*"
