The explosion is so powerful, Sam is blown back into the jungle ten full feet. Sam tries to catch his breath and regain his bearings as he wonders if he was knocked out by the blast. It’s possible. Once, in a village not far from Kabul, he was situated within a couple of feet of an exploding RPG, and he thought he’d only passed out for a second or two when in fact it was ten full minutes. Or so his comrades in arms attested later on. Could this be one of those moments?
In the orange glow of the burning compound, he reaches for his AK-47. But it isn’t there. He pats the ground all around him. Nothing. How does an automatic assault rifle just go missing?
“Looking for something, Sam?” a voice in the dark poses. A familiar voice.
“Channy,” Sam says, sitting up straight. “You just won’t f***
