“Permit me, Colonel Cameron.” The French contingent commander aimed a stream of sweet-smelling smoke at the ceiling and raised the stem of his pipe. Colonel Germaine had fought a few brush-fire wars and refereed more than one colonial dispute. “I do not think you can classify the Druze Militia as civilians. And the civilians who support them forfeit their innocent status when they allow artillery pieces to fire from their backyards.”
“Yes, well, thank you Colonel Germaine.” The Defense Attaché leaned forward on his knuckles and smiled. “The casualties were among the American contingent and we’ll decide what action should be taken as a result. We have some experience with this kind of thing.”
“And that experience was in Vietnam?” The French commander smiled around a well-chewed pipe stem.
