“Tell the Sunni pigs in Al-Qaim that your dogs were scattered by FIFH.”
“By what?”
“FIFH,” the guerilla looked back uncertainly at Jack. “The Fearless Iranians From Hell.”
“All right,” Jack ordered. “Go ahead an' do 'im, then.”
Khalid began praying to Allah as the Kurd walked around to stand over his head. To his astonishment, the guerilla pulled his pants down and took a s**t on his face.
“Let it be known that this is how we feel about the mangy dogs of ISIL,” the Black Queen called out over the writhing survivors of Khalid's platoon. “The next time we meet in battle, we will bury you in your own s**t! Allah be praised! The messengers of Allah are FIFH!”
“FIFH!” the ambushers chanted as they left the field, firing their weapons into the air as they disappeared into the darkness. “FI
