Book Review : ' Flying Back ' Essay
Flying back, across the pages of time, he came to the day of his greatest fear. A day when he touched the agony of being helpless. The hour when he and Joker found themselves in a place where they couldn’t help anyone, not even their own band of brothers.
In Syria, they were sitting on a Wadi. As the name suggests, the watercourse had dried up years earlier. A group of black flagged trucks rolled up. Tank and Joker laid low behind a clump of rocks. The rest of the squad had gone out on a prowler recon patrol.
When the vehicles rolled to a stop, they unloaded their cargo of frightened people. They forced everyone to strip and stand in their family groups. Families kissed each other and said their farewells.
Two soldiers took a young barely teenage girl to the side and raped and sodomized her in front of her parents. Her mother and father stood by helplessly as other soldiers held knives to their throats.
A family of five were in the first group shot. A gray-haired elderly woman cradled a baby. The child couldn’t have been more than three months old. She was singing and tickling the little one to keep her from crying. The baby cooed with delight. Everyone was standing around with tears in their eyes.
A father holding the hand of his six-year-old spoke softly to him. The boy wept from fear. His father stroked the…