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 XXVI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XXVI

I felt the slightest of tugs against my back, as if little nudges to let me know that more pulling was to come, which I knew to be true, although the oxygenation of the liquid I was breathing wasn’t completely compatible with clear thinking. Mentally, I asked myself...
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,...

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