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is my best soldier.”
    Brad extended his hand
and smiled. “I think we almost met earlier today.  Thank you for your help
Hasan and good work getting the people here safely.”  Hasan smiled as he
returned the handshake.
    The next several days
were spent improving the small camp.  The soldiers decided to give up the
warehouse space to the civilians and they all moved into a small guard house
near the gate.  Although the guard house was smaller, it gave the soldiers
privacy and relieved them of the guilt of thinking about the families crammed
into the single space.  They continued to stand watch nightly on the roof
of the warehouse in the sniper hide they had setup.  With the help of
Junayd’s men providing distractions so that the noise wouldn’t attract the
primals, they were able to utilize some of the heavy equipment to move the
railroad shipping containers into a large wall.  After a few days’ work
the compound was now ringed in by the large forty foot long and ten foot high
containers.
    The men slowly made
improvements to the camps perimeter.  After the wall was constructed they
started to lose some of the fear of making noise.  Any stray primal that
moved too close to the compound were quickly terminated with the use of Sean’s
suppressed sniper rifle.  After a week, the camp was fortified. 
Containers stacked end to end completely enclosed the camp.  They had a
sliding gate and the men had cut access doors into the containers that held
food or other valuable supplies.  Brad was extremely happy with the
progress made.
    Late on the thirtieth
night since the outbreak, Brad made his way to the communal fire pit inside his
former residence.  The warehouse now was divided into small shacks
constructed of cardboard and crates salvaged from inside the
containers.   He saw Junayd with Sean and Brooks off to the side of
the fire so he sat next to them.  Once he was settled, a smiling young
woman handed him a bowl of rice and dried meat.  A child handed him an energy
drink which made Brad laugh.  “You have done well by these people Brad! 
They would welcome you into their tribe,” said Junayd.
    This gave all of the
military men a laugh.  “I am honored Junayd, really, but this isn’t my
home.  I think there is more for me than this.”
    Sean gave Brad a
serious look. “That’s exactly what we have been discussing lately.  Brooks and
I have decided that it is time to move on; we have to see where things are at.”
    “What are you getting
at Sean, you want to leave?  Where will you go?” answered Brad.
    “Brad, I fear we have
been forgotten out here.  We were thinking we could make our way to Bremmel;
things should have died down by now.  We should be able to gather supplies
from there; then do our best to make it to Bagram down route 76.  It won’t
be easy, but I am confident we can make it.  Bagram fell fast in the early
days of the outbreak; maybe there is something left, maybe we can find an
aircraft and get out of here.
    “Oh yeah, and we want
you to go with us.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
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II in the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot series
      Tales of the Forgotten
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    Tales of the Forgotten
    A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Novel
    By W.J. Lundy
     
     
     
      PROLOGUE
     
     
     
    It
had been weeks since the first attack.  Since the day the world went dark
and everyone forgot about them.  The day he lost his company and most of
his friends.  They must have more to worry about than a half dozen
stranded soldiers in the back forty of the world.  No contact, no
messages, not even a fly over from a friendly aircraft.  They were
completely isolated and alone.
     
    “Target,
twelve o’clock.  Primal on the wire,” the spotter