LOST IN MAGADAN
Published by: William Lee
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This is a work of fiction. While some of the places, agencies, institutions, organizations and historical events are well known; any names or characters, businesses, events or incidents, and conversations between characters, are completely fictitious. Characters interactions with historically significant persons, such as Stalin and Hitler, are completely fictional as imagined by the author. Any resemblance to actual persons or actual events is purely coincidental. The opinions and beliefs expressed by the characters belong to them alone, and not the author.
Editing by Shanna Harris.
Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com
ISBN: 9780999531303
ISBN: 0999531301
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Postscript
About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
Central Virginia
Last Summer
Snap felt a bit of nostalgia as he drove through the rolling hills of Route 29, an endless army of trees lined the highway; their ranks broken only by an occasional country store. In the distance, stood the Blue Ridge Mountains and a clear blue summer sky. Despite it being a warm day, Snap was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt. His black ball cap simply read: DELTA. Turning off the main State highway, he drove for several miles down unmarked winding roads, passing the occasional barn and field of corn.
Snap drove down the long dirt driveway leading to the old farm house. The unyielding summer sun caused him to squint to navigate the once familiar turn that led up to where the dense trees opened into a small field. The field, which once yielded crops, was now overrun with weeds and encroaching saplings. As the house came into view, he noticed the roof and shudders were in disrepair. A feeling of Deja vu washed over him as remembered playing on a tire swing and drinking lemonade near the large old tree in the front yard.
Dust swirled around the Dodge Challenger as it ground to a stop before the large covered porch that surrounded the two-story home. As he approached the deck, an old man struggled to stand, leaning on a wooden cane.
“Sit down, Pops,” Snap hollered as he sprinted up the steps, removing his aviator style sunglasses as he approached the shade.
“I thought that was you, Morgan,” the weak voice responded with a chuckle; “You got yourself a fancy new car, I see. A real panty dropper, hey?”
“I don’t need any help dropping panties, Pop. That’s just an added benefit,” Snap said as he hugged his grandfather.
“I see you are wearing your old Army cap?” Snap asked in jest; “I thought you were an Air Force man.” Snap gently push down the brim of his grandfather’s tattered black ball cap which proudly displayed the slogan ‘Army Strong.’
“It reminds me of a simpler time. When good guys were good guys, and bad guys got shot.”
“I know Pops, do you ever wear your Air Force cap?”
“Sure do, if it weren’t for the Air Force, I wouldn’t be a triple dipper,” the old man said with a grin.
Snap laughed; “That’s something I’ll never see.”
“It’s good to see you, Morgan. What brings you to this part of the country? Aren’t you stationed in Utah?”
“I’m at Hill Air Force Base.”
“I thought you were Delta?”
“I am. Just on loan to the Air Force.”
“So, what they got you doing for the Fly Boys?”
“I’m part of a special unit, testing new battle armor and weaponry.”
“Interesting, can you tell me about it?”
