THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The night was going to be one of the dark nearly moonless things, without much of any glow through the misting rain to see by. The rain wasn’t a problem, and in fact might be better to have since it covered so much in the way of sound and visibility on the ground. But...
Chapter Thirteen, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

Chapter Thirteen, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

CHAPTER THIRTEEN MAKING WAY TO THE PRIBILOFS Filipe brought the Zodiac close into the steel hull. Three adventurers—dirty, disheveled and nearly naked—in the bottom of the craft. My watch, the canvas bag, `and my jockey shorts were all I had saved from the island. Don...
THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days has September

THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days has September

There was nothing more to be said to Captain Morgan, so I handed the handset back to Fusner. I wondered why we never heard from battalion about anything except occasional and outlandish orders to move somewhere, occupy wherever that was briefly, and then move on. The...
THE SEVENTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE SEVENTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The river was a good four hundred meters away, and it was impossible to miss. The jungle between the swept river bank and the side of the cliff we’d made our way over from was dense but impossible to get lost in because of the ever present penetrating sound of that...
THE SEVENTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE SEVENTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

The Skyraiders came in again and again, each run spaced ten minutes after the last, according to my Gus Grissom wristwatch. They came in low, right down the river, opening up on whatever they saw there, then pulling up and making their way back around. All of that...