I stumbled slowly to my feet where I saw only sand for miles and miles. The Taliban had taken everything during the time I was blacked out, I didn't even have a radio for communication. If my map was correct I was thirty miles behind enemy lines. If I was gonna get out of this alive, I was gonna have to fight. I decided to rest the remainder of the day and continue in the morning.
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The Lone Wolf
Ficción históricaThe lone survivor of a failed military raid on an enemy stronghold in Afghanistan finds himself struggling to survive in the wild deserts. Private. James Cook now has to fight his way to safety from deep behind the Taliban lines. On his long journey...
