Camp Navarro, Zamboanga, Mora Province, Philippines
In the steamy messhall that fed the rear echelon troops of the Philippine Constabulary’s 1st Scout Ranger Regiment, Shake Davis and Mike Stokey sat sipping sweet pineapple juice and nibbling on remnants of an excellent lunch. SgtMaj. Jubal Mariano had arranged for them to stay at the headquarters of the Western Mindinao Command while they waited for reaction to the report and the evidence sent stateside by official courier from the embassy in Manila.
“Good chow.” Stokey fingered a morsel of lumpia, dipped it in a spicy sauce and popped it into his mouth. “Beats the s**t out of monkey-meat on a stick.”
“You’re spoiled rotten, Mike.” Shake had insisted on a couple of dodgy shish kabobs from a street vendor late in their pub crawl through
