Northeast Afghanistan, February 26-27: Colonel Andrei Mikhailov saw the bodies first. There were three of them, lying splayed in the road's frozen mud just around the last curve before the valley. Mikhailov focused his binoculars. The uniforms were mud-caked but unmistakably Russian. There were no helmets or weapons nearby; the men had been running away when they were cut down.
I read this book in summer of 1986 right after it was published. I was on an operation in the Bay of Adak, AK with a Rapid Deployment Task Force at the time as I was serving in the US Marines. The fun part then was that the Russians were still a Communist country and the Task Force actually chased Russian fishing trolley's out of the Bay before our beach landing operation.
The story kept me thrilled and I recall it was the fatest 192 pages I ever read. For a fictional account of "what was" it provided a great story backdrop to my real life experiences at the time.