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Dilya had never ridden in an airplane, a train, or any vehicle except for the Black Hawk flight to the refugee camp.
Kee had spent exhausting hours trying to sift through the girl’s alternating excitement and fear as the whole crew piled into one of Clay’s transport Hawks for a quick lift to Islamabad. Once she’d understood it wasn’t back to the refugee camp and that Kee was staying with her, Dilya enjoyed that. She and Big John stuck their heads out the door as far as their safety harnesses allowed and watched the desert rush by. Out of Islamabad, a C-130 was heading for Incirlik, Turkey, so they’d grabbed it.
There they split up, most of the crew catching a 737 headed for Frankfurt then a connection to New York. The C-130 continued to Aviano after a four-hour layover mostly spent t
