​PART III – Back To The Sandbox
Northeastern Iraq
 
The music stopped and Troy’s ears were grateful. An hour straight of Rage Against the Machine was a bit much.
 
Troy turned around in the driver’s seat, “What’s next? My ears are ringing so maybe we can go somewhat lighter. We still have forty minutes till Dukan Lake.”
“You want some sissy music, a little Elton John maybe?” cracked the Jackal from the back seat.
“No, Sarge is in the other vehicle,” retorted Troy with a wide grin.
“Let the mademoiselle decide,” replied the Jackal.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Troy. “You’re letting the newbie pick songs already?”

​PART II – Sam I Am
Crystal City, VA
 
 Sam’s father was an investment banker on Wall Street at Goldman Sachs, while her mother worked as a neurological surgeon at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. Born into a life of privilege she experienced an upbringing only the top one percent realize. Her parents maintained a weekend home on Long Island while their main residence was a three story brownstone located in the SoHo district of Manhattan.
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