A loud thwapping cut the silence behind Frank. He looked up. Another green military chopper was coming in for a landing. It set down on a broad sward of grass located above a bivouac of large green tents stationed near the river. Sarah pulled him close as they peered down at the ruined village. How could anyone have survived this?
How could anyone have survived this?At last, he stirred. “Let’s get our packs and go see what we can do.”
He grabbed their hiking poles while Sarah changed her sneaks out for hiking boots. Ten minutes later they were climbing up a soggy steep slope into a dense thicket of trees and rangy brambles. By the time they reached a point where they could start making their way downward, it was raining again. Frank came to a halt, blinking up into the rain. The wind had
