Articles by Blown Periphery

Bogotá Edge was late for his weekly meeting with Charles Medwin. It was around ten days instead of the usual seven, but he had been busy, as they all had. Edge was determined not to [more…]

St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base Edge was getting drunk.  They all were.  Rivera heard their cheering and whooping from the command tent and Martinez smiled at her. “Boys will be boys,” he said [more…]

Rivera was scrutinising slides from imagery taken by the U2 the previous night. They showed the defensive positions around the buildings more clearly than the day’s batches. She had been absolutely right regarding the third [more…]

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…]