D&P21 - Good Morning, Midnight
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It was a kid who called to him and beckoned. Tod rose and went towards him, but he didn’t relax. Weapons of personal destruction came in all shapes and sizes.
The boy spoke excitedly and pointed downwards. Tod let his gaze follow the pointing finger.
The high sun slid a ray of light deep between shattered concrete slabs till it bounced back off white bone. The rats and flies had pretty well finished their work here but the after-smell of decay was strong. Tod drew deep on his cigarette and looked enquiringly at the boy. In this country where the smart bombs had done their smart work, corpses were sadly too commonplace to be remarkable.
The boy pointed again impatiently. Tod peered down once more and this time saw that there was something round the corpse’s neck. A chain with some kind of amulet. The kid was jabbering away, clearly irritated at Tod’s lack of understanding. Then suddenly he seized the marine’s arm and held it up and shook it fiercely.
It took a moment for Tod to confirm he wasn’t being attacked and another to get the message.
The kid’s arm was too short to reach.
Motioning the boy to one side where he could keep an eye on him, Tod inserted his arm into the crack. He had to lie flat on the rubble before his groping fingers found the chain. He pulled. It resisted. He jerked hard. It snapped.
Slowly he withdrew his arm. A graze so close to a decomposing body could be nasty.
The boy came close, impatient to see what they’d found.
He looked puzzled when he saw what it was but Tod recognized it instantly. The bust of Washington bedded on purple and framed in gold.
A Purple Heart.
He turned it over and read the name. Amal Kafala.
Sounded Arab. Weird but not very. Any American phone book was full of weird names. Maybe this was some poor bastard taken prisoner by the gooks who ended up getting popped by his own side. Could be he was a left-over from the first Gulf War. Smelt a bit fresh for that. Or maybe the guy down there had plundered the Heart from some dead soldier.
Whatever, it wasn’t his business. First chance he got, he’d pass the medal on to the unit’s i-officer with details of where he’d found it and let the machine take it from there. Knowing the way it worked, they wouldn’t rest till they were knocking on someone’s door with the sad news. Unknown soldiers were OK for foreign monuments, but the US Army prided itself on keeping a close check on its own up to the grave and, where necessary, beyond. It was a thought at once comforting and disturbing.
He scrambled off the heap of rubble.
The kid was looking at him expectantly.
He dug into his pack and produced a choc bar and a can of cola.
“There you go, son,” he said.
The boy took them, snapped a flamboyant salute, said stumblingly, “Have a nice day!” and ran off.
“I’ll surely do my best,” called Tod after him.
Then, grinning, he made his way back towards the white suits who looked like they’d decided they were wasting their time here.
As the small convoy of vehicles drove away, they passed a shattered statue of the country’s late leader. The head was dented, the nose knocked off, but the features were still recognizable. And those eyes, which had once gazed down upon his people with such menacing benevolence, now stared sightlessly from ground level across the ruins into the desert where, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretched far away.
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Table of Contents
Other Books by this Author
Title Page
Dedication
Part 1 - March 1991
Chapter 1 - By the Waters of Babylon
Part 2 - March 20th, 2002
Chapter 1 - Dropping the Loop
Chapter 2 - Bedside Manner
Chapter 3 - Signora Borgia’s Guest List
Chapter 4 - An Open Door
Chapter 5 - A Tight Cork
Chapter 6 - A Fishy Smell
Chapter 7 - A British Euro
Chapter 8 - Another Fine Mess
Chapter 9 - The Battle of Moscow
Chapter 10 - A Shark in the Pool
Chapter 11 - SD+SS=PS
Chapter 12 - Cold, Strange World
Part 3 - March 21st, 2002
Chapter 1 - The Cru
nch Witch
Chapter 2 - The Kafkas at Home
Chapter 3 - A Nice Vase
Chapter 4 - Like Father, Like Son
Chapter 5 - Load of Bollocks
Chapter 6 - Pal
Chapter 7 - Amnesia
Chapter 8 - Assignation
Chapter 9 - Special Filling
Chapter 10 - Green Peckers
Chapter 11 - Cressida
Chapter 12 - Lunch at the Mastaba (1)
Chapter 13 - Hairy Chests
Chapter 14 - See Me!
Chapter 15 - Two-Mile Jigsaw
Part 4 - March 22nd, 2002
Chapter 1 - 870
Chapter 2 - Flying with the Cormorants
Chapter 3 - Going with the Flow
Chapter 4 - The Lily and the Rose
Chapter 5 - Helen
Chapter 6 - Big Maggie and Crazy Jane
Chapter 7 - A Tool of the Devil
Chapter 8 - A Bloody Great Splash
Chapter 9 - Blue Beer
Chapter 10 - Kay (1)
Chapter 11 - A Feminist Hook
Chapter 12 - Kay (2)
Chapter 13 - Not the Beverley Sisters
Chapter 14 - Mohawks
Chapter 15 - Our Lady of Pain
Chapter 16 - Jason
Chapter 17 - Lunch at the Mastaba (2)
Chapter 18 - In the Parlour
Chapter 19 - Confessional
Chapter 20 - Dalziel
Chapter 21 - The Voice of Death
Chapter 22 - Walking On Water
Part 5 - March 23rd, 2002
Chapter 1 - A Lady Calls
Chapter 2 - Dolly
Chapter 3 - Middle Name
Chapter 4 - A Bucket of Cold Water
Chapter 5 - A Lovely Cup of Tea
Chapter 6 - An Irish Joke
Chapter 7 - A Load of Bullshit
Chapter 8 - Birdland
Chapter 9 - Mr Waverley
Chapter 10 - And Having Done All, to Stand
Chapter 11 - Midnight
Part 6 - April 2003
Chapter 1 - By the Waters of Babylon
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