Afarin lay back on the bed, an emptiness in her stomach and her nerves taught with worry. This was the underconfident, querulous Afarin, a far cry from her operational, professional persona. He had been busy [more…]
The spotter touched Jinnie on the shoulder to signal the 8 minutes were up. She squeezed the trigger and through the sight saw the gunner collapse forward. Swinging a fraction to the left the assistant [more…]
This story is a bit of a fudge, but Bob is short of material, so it might get through. Mustn’t let the perfect be the enemy of the adequate, after all… I’ve long had this [more…]
The Urban Warfare Training Center at the Tze’elim Army Base, was built at a cost of $45 million. Nicknamed “Baladia” (Arabic for “city”), it is a 7.4 square mile training centre used to instruct soldiers [more…]
The training was going better than Jinnie could possibly have hoped. She had seen a lot of all the members of the group and had worked out who could shoot, who could operate a radio, [more…]
Here is a short story. It starts on a train and I’m talking to a fellow commuter and it’s set in the time BC – Before Coronavirus….. I really hate mobile phones. There’s no privacy, [more…]
“Play up! Play up! And play the game!” Afarin was in cover, carefully scrutinising the shimmering, broken landscape ahead of them and the distant low olive trees. Through the field glasses, the ground sloped down [more…]
It was the fourth early morning of following the truck when the girls saw it stop at a pole barrier across a gap in a chain-link fence. The barrier went up and the truck entered [more…]
They spent the next three weeks working with the Golani Brigade and a pilot came to speak with them, to talk about the limitations and advantages of air power. He was a major and like [more…]
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