Standing in the corridor of an American military facility in the mountains of Alaska, my nerves on edge, I look into the next room to see a shimmer of movement. With no discernable movement I move towards the doorway ofthe next darkly lit room, bathed in scarce shades of red light. I see another shimmer as I cross the threshold, stop, think, and pull the pin on a grenade,throwing it into the left side of the room. Before it even hits the ground, apin leaves the second grenade in my hand and flys toward the back right corner of the room as I begin my retreat out of the room. I hear the explosions in the room before me and see the body parts of two different Chinese solders fly everywhere.