CHAPTER 35TWO DAYS BEFORE APRIL 12, 1980
Cian burst into the operations office. His brow was wrinkled, and it was obvious something was on his mind. I asked him if he had gotten things closed up at the airfield at Kolahun. He said yes, but suggested it be maintained as an auxiliary field. I said that it was a good idea and that I would pass it along.
“Then it’s true?” he said.
“Is what true?”
“That you’re leaving—returning to America.”
“Yes, in about a month.”
“I knew it! Just when the operation was starting to do well. Who’s going to take over from you?”
“I don’t know—do you want it? I can put in a good word.”
“Oh Lord above, no! Not even if all the saints in heaven or hell got down on their knees and begged me. I hear that the great Captain Roberts has resigned his commission. Is
