fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about the military and the physical, logistical, emotional and moral obstacles involved.
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 24
Rosa tried to call Paulo from Lima, and then again from Santiago port. She also tried to call Linda from each place. “Absolutely nobody is answering their phones. I suppose the cell towers are still down, cause I can’t get any service.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 22 and 23
The fax machine whirred and a well armed grizzled faced man looked up from his nap, the heat and the beer from his shack in Brazil made him heavy eyed. He snatched the paper off of the machine read the description and stared at the picture.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 21
“A large bunch, seven or more ATVs plus the natives, looks like they’re coming this way.” One of the ranch hands reported. I saw them through my binoculars when looking for a stray. Hard to tell who they were, but they were loading something and seemed to be headed toward the old trail.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 20
Bogota airport was busy when Sam, Giles, and Marcos met at the private hanger area. Marcos was watching the refueling of a Short 360 aircraft.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 19
“What do you mean it’s already been done?” Giles sat before a banking regulations manager in the government building in San Jose. She had already addressed the subject with her boss but was pressing the manager for information.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 18
Rosa slept fitfully on a davenport for two days before her host met her at breakfast and said, “There’s a government truck coming up from Bogota to get the mail out of the airplane. They’ll have to build a trail to the aircraft, but I doubt they’ll come up to the ranch. We buried the pilot the other night up in the family graveyard. I have his ID and billfold so we will contact the airport next time we go to the city and they can find his family if any.” He paused. “Oh, I asked for medical when I told them about the airplane, but I might as well been asking for a Christmas tree delivered by Santa from the North Pole. So, I don’t know what will come. I tried that number you gave me in Costa Rica again, but there was no answer. Someday maybe we will get a cellular tower up in this part of the country.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 17
“So, from Bogota I go to Santa Rosa International Airport in Peru then on to Buenos Aires. To think I made the trip with one stop in the Citation.” Marcos went from complaining to bragging.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 16
By nine that evening they were sitting in the Rum Point restaurant on Grand Cayman. Entering the island republic was not much of a chore, especially when Kip announced it was for banking business. A taxi took Rosa to the Funky Monkey clothing store where she purchased four days of clothes for Kip and herself plus a suitcase and toiletries. Kip spent the early evening at The Royal Bank of Canada where he deposited all but ten thousand dollars of US currency in the bank, and secured a bank note of his deposit. The remaining ten thousand dollars in Calones he handed to Sonny with a request for a drop at St. Croix.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 2
Fourteen hours and two stops later they landed on a hilltop near Quepos, Costa Rica. The sun was just beginning to rise. In the past a car would be waiting for Kip, not this time.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 4
They landed in St. Thomas, USVI, without any problems and taxied to the private terminal. Marcos looked over his shoulder.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeMike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 1
Foreward US intervention in El Salvador, Honduras, and Guatemala may seem like a hazy memory now, but these countries used to feature prominently in world headlines. The civil war in El Salvador, for example, began in 1980 and only ended in 1992.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in ServeThe Shadow Rider
Out of the pages of history, galloping across the western plains of the Old West rides a lone crusader bringing law and order to an otherwise lawless land. With stealth and cunning many an outlaw met his fate. Horace Mann was broad of shoulder, and narrow at the hip, and everywhere he went the long arm of the law was not far away. With steely blue eyes wearing his white Stetson he struck terror in those who broke the law. The Stetson, the hat that was to become synonymous with western lore became the embodiment of truth and justice, which set him apart from the outlaws of the time. Atop his Appaloosa, sitting tall in the saddle with his Winchester at the ready, everyone knew in an instant that justice would soon be served. As fast as he was with a six shooter, the deadly aim of his Winchester many an outlaw found himself entombed on Boot Hill. His fame and his legend spread through-out the West. Soon news of his exploits reached places like New York where newspapers dubbed him The Shadow Rider. The man and his Winchester found its way into dime novels where many a young boy fantasized riding the plains of the wild west.
Dr. WilliamsPublished 5 years ago in Serve