THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five Chapter XXVII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five Chapter XXVII

I stopped at the edge of the parking lot, the dust and debris from the departing CH-53 helicopter downdraft settling around me. Marcinko stood in front of me, looking like some kind of imitation Marlin Brando kind of Harley guy, his hair in a bun at the back of his...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXV

The training began immediately, but it wasn’t real training. There were no calisthenics or any of what was so common to Marine training, but there was running, not in the outside, racing through the wondrous areas of conditioned and well-managed tropical paradise. No,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXII

There were some small details to be cleaned up, so I drove off the freeway at the Old Santa Fe Trail exit and eased the Benz down the twisty old trail, now a two-lane highway, into downtown Santa Fe toward the plaza or one block park at the very center of the capital...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXI

The call to my control officer wasn’t a pleasant one, as Herbert didn’t want to discuss my using the CIA-backed American Express card for the purchase of school texts. Almost seven hundred dollars for three books, written in South Africa and printed in Italy, were...

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