The driver complied without waiting for my instructions. It was clear I was no longer in control of my own freedom.
A gentleman’s club seems an odd place for a black tie event. But there are no brass poles here, only wood panelling, leather-bound books, and a lot of culture.
…why, after 40 years of US training in basic infantry skills, did the Thai Army suddenly become capable of such complexity?
What the hell was a girl with a manicure doing wallowing miserably on the floor in this house 40 kilometers from Sudan?
Who was this man that could deliver access to a Thai air base at the simple request of an active foreign officer he never met?
Why send a couple of Green Berets to a place no one seemed to care about?
Are the Colombian people ready to pay the price for a lasting peace? Perhaps as importantly, is Washington?
New York told me I couldn’t publish this book without an agent, and to get an agent I needed to write the book first…