Men from the village currently with rebel forces fighting in the city
are called home by their cousins, recent deserters from Assad’s army,
to liberate the facility. But they need arms. They have a sponsor in
Saudi Arabia, but do they buy from Eastern European gunrunners or climb
into bed with U.K. and American forces?
Meanwhile, the eyes in the sky operating from Nevada, Lincolnshire
and somewhere in the Middle East are confused about just who is on the
ground and where. When the attack finally comes, it is swift,
devastating and symptomatic of the dense fog of that particular war.