After Five YearsChapter 13
July 2009, Sudan I abandoned the motorcycle behind a ridge next to the road. I slipped into the drivers seat and continued driving south. At night the road was almost empty as it followed the railroad and the river on its way southward. Hana and Pam were sitting in the back with a sleeping Naiya, while Karen sat in front with me. It was only after a few miles when Karen asked me the question. “Greg, we all heard the explosion. What happened out there?” For a moment I kept on thinking how...