I ground my teeth together as Crew's voice crackled on the other end of the walkie, his distant shape just visible on the other side of the river. Past the freaking mess that had been made of the hateful bridge that was our only connection to the rest of the world.

At least, that's how it felt as I listened to him explain what happened to take out the center span of said ridiculous bridge.

"They overestimated how much force they needed to blow the beaver dam." ...