Short & Not Short Stories

~ Prelude ~ They were motoring along the White Nile, about 30 kilometres South of Juba in South Sudan The recon satellite had spotted what looked to be an Al-Qaeda training camp, in a large forest clearing a few hundred metres east of the river. For the last fifty metres, their pilot, who they called St Domenic, a tall thin Sundanese fisherman, cut the engine and the boat drifted to within fifty metres of the encampment’s supply dock pn the east side of the river. There were four soldiers in the smalk squad, Two drone pilots and two snipers. One of them was Henry Feather, the son of Senator Tom Feather, who was twenty three. The other sniper was a lieutenant named Wiley Richardson, a southern boy from Mississippi. He was also the highest-ranking soldier and therefore commander of the small squad. The two drone jockies, Nelson Davies and Billy Fry, were both corporals and both only twenty-two years old, but they were damn good at their jobs and had kept Henry and Wiley furnished with go...