Articles by Blown Periphery

Terrible events seldom happen out of the blue. They are the result of a trail of mishaps that culminate in disaster. A trail of mishaps was enacted in the southern border area of Colombia, the [more…]

Edge was in the jungle, part of a team monitoring the Putumayo River crossings, when Rivera next visited the Green Berets’ Main Operating Base. Martinez was standing on the pan, watching the Cessna Caravan taxi [more…]

The modern government buildings were located in a new office block off the Avenida Calle 82. Edge was one of the first to arrive and found it shut, so they decamped to a coffee house [more…]

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest. ― Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The [more…]

Edge had been on enough operations to know that the work was ninety per-cent routine and ten per-cent sheer terror and exhilaration. Two days later he had gone up in Huey that was doing an [more…]

Edge was in the command tent with Martinez, the two Lieutenants and Master Sergeant Wilson. The boiler sent a fog of steam into the cold air and they were all drinking coffee. “Well, we’ve handed [more…]

Edge was chatting with the men of The Urban Counter-Terrorism Special Forces Group – Alpha, otherwise known as AFEUR or AFEAU. They were good soldiers, but more at home in the cities of Colombia. They [more…]