It was four days later, at SHAPE Headquarters. “Yes, it’s you Ash, hard to believe isn’t it?” Thoughtfully rubbing the fingertips of his right hand along his jaw, Piper sat as if mesmerised, not saying a word as Colonel Mann sat at his desk, carefully watching his reactions. “Forty three Iraqi tr...
“TARGET THAT BUILDING, TWO O’CLOCK, HIT IT…NOW!” The 50mm gun from the Panzerkampfwagen MkIII tank belched cordite as it recoiled. With a deafening explosion, the high explosive shell hit its target sending clouds of debris reeling into the air, across the already rubble-strewn street. “HIT IT AG...
