by David Kitson
Copyright 2010 David Kitson
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The sound of something crashing through the tree canopy set San Meng on edge. He dropped instinctively into a crouch behind a small grass tree and peered out from the side to see what had caused the noise.
He wouldn’t normally be so jumpy but the appearance of a convoy of soldiers in his village that morning felt ominous. Like a premonition of his own death, it left him uneasy.
A sudden rushing sound grew out of the silence. The wing of a low-altitude insertion craft flicked overhead, just visible through the canopy as it flashed by at tree-top level. A glimpse of dark blue with white lettering giving away it's allegiance. Another crashing sound. Meng felt his apprehension rise. The enemy were already here. A feeling of deja-vu settled in and Meng was sure that he had been here before, certain there was something he needed to remember.
It was too close to home. His wife and son in the village were in danger. Fear bound his feet but concern for their safety ignited him into action. He leapt from cover and bolted for the bridge, down the side of the hill. If he reached them ahead of the assault, he might get them to safety.