His drop into the north had been at the start of December, and it was now the start of May, they told him. How long he had been a prisoner he didn’t know. How long he had been on the run he didn’t know. But between then and now he had covered the distance between his drop area and this American base in the south, three hundred and ninety miles. And what had started him laughing was that he must have been in American territory for days, some of the soldiers he had heard in the night and hid from must have been Americans.
