Operation Syria

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Corporal Wiggins laid down the law.

“This is your first time out with us. So don’t fuck up. Do what I say, when I say it, and we’ll get along fine. I don’t expect any backchat from you new lads, is that clear?” he said and the three younger men opposite across the belly of the plane nodded.

Sergeant Hynd watched with amusement, dropped Captain Banks a wink, and went private in his headset.

“Irony is lost on that lad,” the sarge said. “Maybe you shouldn’t have got him that promotion, Cap.”

Banks grinned.

“It hurts to say it but he deserves it, if only for his cheek,” he replied. “Besides, it’s not every day he’ll get to enjoy being a new corporal. Let him strut for now. We’ll be too busy later for any nonsense from any of them.”

The plane juddered as it hit some turbulence. Banks turned to look out the window. There was only darkness beyond but he knew they must be over the mountains by now, nearing their target. Soon the red light would be switched on to signal their drop into the dark.

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