Idly, Belisario wondered how it might have been if he'd been areal general, not a mere horse rancher and farmer operating offinstinct. Wise? Kaboom! * * * Three of al Marri's comrades in Fadeel's organization were waitingfor the armored column as it approached. Cara, I want to comehome! Cruz, like the others, had learned very quickly that words in themilitary did not always mean what one thought they ought to mean. Kill the bastard.
Nothing like that number came out. It will be a long time before the golf course even has a fairwayagain. Even as he watched, some of the engineers, the bridge and ferrytroops, practiced ferrying men and equipment across the river to theother side and back again. The rain began to fall once again as Cruz made his miserable wayback to his patrol.
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