CHAPTER 11THE ARMED FORCES OF LIBERIA
After being generously served a tasty lunch by the good sisters, Cian and I walked leisurely back to the plane. The sound of an unmufflered vehicle rumbled down the road. A military truck was raising a red, dusty cloud in its wake. It was traveling at a good speed for a truck that size. It skidded to a stop in front of the airplane. A man wearing clean army fatigues jumped out and hurried toward us. I could see by the insignia on his collar that he was a Liberian officer. A captain.
“Stop! Is this your aircraft?” he shouted from a distance.
I said that it was. He was a young man, possibly, in his mid-twenties, rather tall with curly brown hair and light brown skin. He introduced himself as Captain Roberts.
“I have two prisoners that I need to trans
