Berlin Encounter
“He saw no other headlights on the lonely predawn road, and he had not passed a house in ten minutes. Still, he pulled the truck into a tight nest formed by a dozen fir trees, then snaked back through the woods on foot. When he reached the road he squatted in the cold darkness, rain dropping from the hood of his poncho, and searched the shadows. He waited and watched, no reason to hurry except his own discomfort. The war had taught him that errors made in haste sometimes left no escape except death.
To keep him company as he waited in the wet woods, straining to ensure that none of the trees or bushes grew legs and approached, he thought of Sally. She had refused to see him off at the airfield, and he had not objected. He had no desire whatsoever to share their leave-taking with anyone, much less a bunch of gawking military types.
Jake’s battle-trained reflexes had returned after almost two years of disuse, permitting him to reset his internal clock in anticipation of night act...ion and to sleep the afternoon away.MoreLess
To keep him company as he waited in the wet woods, straining to ensure that none of the trees or bushes grew legs and approached, he thought of Sally. She had refused to see him off at the airfield, and he had not objected. He had no desire whatsoever to share their leave-taking with anyone, much less a bunch of gawking military types.
Jake’s battle-trained reflexes had returned after almost two years of disuse, permitting him to reset his internal clock in anticipation of night act...ion and to sleep the afternoon away.MoreLess
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