Memorial Day (Mitch Rapp, #7)

by Vince Flynn

He’d never discussed this with his fellow scientists, for they were too one-dimensional. Religion was a farce to them, a way for simple people to cope with their mundane lives. But not to Zubair; science was proof to him that his God existed. Such magnificence could only have been created by his God.

“Afghanistan is a rough place…hell, it shouldn’t even be a place. It should be four or five countries. We’ve got communists, war lords, or drug dealers…however you want to describe them, we’ve got the Taliban, we’ve got people who want democracy, and we have a lot of nice men and women who just want to live their lives, and the other assholes who won’t let them do it, so what we’ve got is one gigantic fucking mess.”