Was it Tate? She dragged her hand through her hair and cursed. ‘Come on, you useless thing, load.’ The first radio reports of an attack on an Aussie base in Afghanistan had come in at seven, and despite switching to a news station and haunting the radio all morning, she still didn’t even know if it was Tate’s unit. The homepage for the Lavarack base in Townsville wouldn’t load. She flipped across and tried the Department of Defence. ‘Damn.’ Same story. Too many people trying to get information, and they’d crashed the servers. In desperation, she searched the news sites. She clicked into a reputable newspaper and read aloud. ‘An Australian Army Base in Tarin Kowt has been targeted by rogue gunmen, and one Australian soldier is confirmed dead, with another two personnel suffering serious injury. The injured soldiers are being evacuated to a military hospital in Switzerland. No details of the deceased will be released until the next of kin are notified.’ No, no, no. She closed the report and selected the next story in the list.
