The man struggled up the small but steep hill as best he could with the rain and the wind doing its best to stop him. It had been a pleasant pre-fall New Mexico day up to that point, mostly because of the clouds that were now dumping on him. Otherwise, it would have been blistering and dry.       His olive drab jacket was in shreds but still managed to keep most of the rain away from the camouflage fatigues beneath. The patch on the sho...