ARMY RETIRED, stood with his legs spread on the wraparound porch of the town’s community center, his hands grasped behind his back. He looked over the American town that he had helped build. It wasn’t big, but it was their little piece of home on the continent where his and the others’ ancestors had originated. Daniel walked to the edge of the porch and braced a foot on the banister. From there, he could see the entire town. The jungle to the south marked the end of this slice of civilization. He glanced behind him. The screened door gave him a direct view through the center of the community center out the rear door. About a hundred yards of grassy terrain separated this building from the edge of the ancient Liberian rain forest that rose like a gigantic dark wall. He crossed his arms across the top of his raised knee. Everything they had worked for and built could be swept away by the rebels heading this way.He brushed an insect off his right arm. He personally had selected the site for this town.
What do You think about Joint Task Force #1: Liberia?
