The Toad King:
A Soldier’s Story
Copyright (C) 2011
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I want to thank Ken Morgan and Vince Jorgensen for their assistance in the writing of this book.
And my wife . . . I need not say more.
Major John Elliott ran like a hunted man. His lungs stung as he sucked at the cold winter air. He stumbled over a root, caught his balance, and ran on. After a few more yards, John stopped and looked back down the trail. It was hard to see. The boughs of dormant trees filtered most of the full moon, marking the new fallen snow with a crisscross of dark shadows. There was no sign of his pursuers, but even so, he could feel their presence. He ran on.
John was confused and had no idea why anyone would be after him. He was just a supply officer, right? Nothing extraordinary, nothing special, or nothing secret. Secret? He sucked at the cold night air. It had to be the interrogation vault under the warehouse of spare parts that John had managed. He was not supposed to know about it. He had found it by accident. The as-built drawings never should have been sent to him. He had been debriefed for hours and in the end had been sworn to silence.