Chapter Eleven
Hail To The Chief
About three o’clock that afternoon, Stoner’s choppers finished their return to their base. Great swirls of brown African dust swirled around the choppers as they landed. The soldiers hopped out dragging behind them the coffles of newly captured slave girls. The ride back had been uneventful. The frightened women moaned and cried, huddled on the chopper floor. The soldiers took sport in poking and prodding them. Their mocking taunts and cruel laughter could barely be heard over the loud grinding of the helicopter engines.
The women were marched quickly to the parade ground that stood outside the soldiers’ barracks. They were made to stand in two lines, shoulder to shoulder. An officer went down the lines, enforcing his orders to spread their legs with a r
