The Professional Soldier

The Professional SoldierThe nicked, lead-colored barrel of Will's rifle protruding over the jeep's front seat seemed covered with tiny, silvery wings in the blazing sun. Jorge and the dog were sitting in the back. The dog was a German shepherd named Ana. Jorge put out his hand to touch Ana's dense winter coat, and it felt dry and even hotter than the air. Incredible, he thought, that only a few days before, he'd still been over there, on the other side of the world, training with the dog, marchi...