Extreme Faction

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To the twenty million people of Kurdistan in Iraq, Iran, Turkey and scattered about the Earth, I hope you find freedom and autonomy soon. I by no means wanted to imply with this book that Kurds are terrorists. I have the utmost respect for the Kurdish people everywhere. You are a proud people with a great history and a bright future. To the people of Odessa, Ukraine, please forgive me for placing streets where they shouldn’t be. As always, I salute my Air Force, Army, Navy and Marine Corps colleagues past and present — millions of dedicated men and women who have kept this nation free. To the land of the moose and wolves and the Greater Mesabi Men’s Book Club, may the beer and the testosterone continue to flow. Rest in Peace Colin Isaacson.

A cool breeze swept down out of the mountains. The man dressed in the local attire of a sheep herder, his beard thick and dark, sat down against the trunk of a pine. He brought his closed left fist from his side to his lap and slowly opened his fingers. Sitting there, still in shock, was a black beetle, the name of which he had no clue. Suddenly, legs started moving, tickling his palm, as the bug made its way up his index finger and sat helplessly, its antennae scanning the air for an escape route.

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