Chapter 5
They’d left the Deerness Fire shortly after dawn. From fire to airport by helo then DC-3 back to base.
Evan had brooded on Akbar’s advice for the entire flight back and come to only one conclusion—he’d been a total chicken s**t. No wonder he was feeling so pissed at the world; he wasn’t being honest.
Fix that now, soldier. But circumstance didn’t lend him any opportunity.
After landing on the grass-strip runway at the MHA base, they unloaded several tons of crap. Then everyone pitched in to clean, organize, repack chutes, and reset all of their gear into the speed racks. The base might be set up in an old, rundown boys’ camp with a grass runway down the middle, but the gear was top flight and was always maintained in perfect condition first, no matter how tired they were.
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