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“Describe him.” Major Mark Henderson sat at the head of the briefing table. Beale and John sat on one side, Kee, Connie, and Archie down the other. Clay had been loaned out to a 2nd Battalion operation over in Kandahar and the refueling liaison was logging air time on a Hercules mission over near Lashkar Gah.
It was weird to be in the briefing tent in the middle of the night. Usually it was hot and bright with the evening sun, briefing before they flew at night. Now the shadowed space felt unsafe and secret, a single lantern dangling over the table offering spotty light at best.
Everyone else who’d seen him was here. He apparently hadn’t eaten in the chow tent, slept in a bunk, or crapped in a latrine. Should she have questioned his identity? But he had the pull to get Fort Campbell
