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There are many ways to die. Sean had seen almost all of them.

Back in Iraq, in 1991, Sean had been backing up the British SAS who were looking for Saddam's Scud missiles. At the time, they were raining down on Israeli cities and so the locating and destruction of them was a top priority. Sean and his fellow Rangers were in the deserts of western Iraq, looking (mostly unsuccessfully) for the mobile launchers. One would think that such a flat, featureless place would be difficult to hide a giant truck with a huge missile on the back. One would be wrong.

The desert is huge. Dotted with small, unknown villages, it is easy to get lost in. Usually the Iraqis would hide the trucks behind a building, covered in camo netting, and if it didn't move, it couldn't be spotted.

The Rangers came up on a such a village in the middle of the night. A lone dog barked, then quietly crept away. The Rangers spread out, silently going through the village, checking the buildings and looking out for Iraqi soldiers.

Sean was on point for his squad. As he stopped at the corner of a building, he checked around the edge and saw the tail fin of a missile. The wind had blown the edge of the netting over the fin, and had exposed the missile.

To be continued...