THEIR TREK HAD TAKEN them to a part of the National Park where rocks formed arches over the course of millennia. As it was close to their planned break, Banjo called for a halt. They unlaced their boots, removed the bandages and rested their blistered feet. Their feet stunk like skunks.
‘This is bad,’ she said. ‘I’ve never walked this much in my life. That’s saying a lot since I love the great outdoors.’
He locked eyes with her. ‘Did you volunteer for SOAR?’
‘No,’ she replied honestly. ‘I was picked.’
‘It’s a tough gig.’
The underlying meaning was not lost on her.
Andy gave him a thousand-yard stare as she looked back at a fond memory. ‘I’d been happy as part of the Special Forces support crew, maintaining the helicopters. Aeronautics is my first love. But I could fly and fly well. M
