Chiquibul Jungle Warfare Center
W
hen the lightweight British Gazelle helo plopped them down on a landing pad at the Chiquibul training site tucked into a narrow valley at the base of the jungle-covered Maya Mountain range, Shake and Mike hustled out from under the rotor fan and spotted two men approaching the LZ from a nearby Quonset hut.
“Tall one’s gotta be our Captain Kendrick.” Shake nodded at the pair in British camouflage pattern jungle fatigues. The taller man was wearing a green beret with the crossed kukri badge of the Royal Gurkha Rifles. The smaller man striding at his side was wearing the same uniform, but it was topped with the familiar version of the Gurkha slouch hat. “And I’m betting the little guy is his Gurkha counterpart. You’re gonna love this, Mike.”
“I’ve damn su
