Catégorie : 🇬🇧 Night in English
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🇬🇧 Impatient, aren’t you !!
Sorry, but the story is still being written.As soon as it’s ready, it will be published.Sergeant-Chef Marcel and I are doing everything we can.In the meantime, you can browse our reference links listed on our homepage: Thank you for taking the time to read us.Sergeant-Chef Marcel and I (Raulgarth) thank you!
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🇬🇧 Anecdote 3 — “Death…”
Afghanistan, mountains of Wardak, May 2009 Lying on his back, head turned, he stared fixedly at the door. He felt nothing anymore — only a sense of emptiness, as if every emotion had left him.A shadow passed above him. He saw a silhouette — a man dressed in black crossing the room.The man positioned himself…
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🇬🇧 Anecdote 2 — “He Exists”
Base of Gao (Mali), 18 February 2015, 09:15. — « He… he exists? »Corporal Dubois struggles to sustain the officers’ stare. His hands tremble slightly. The pain in his temple reminds him of it with every second. The bandage feels too tight. His eyes are dark-ringed: the short night has been nothing but a succession…
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🇬🇧 Anecdote 1 — “He…”
Afghanistan — September 6th, 2007, 17:00 In a desert valley, a road winds its way along.Three pickup trucks speed by. In the back of the middle one sits John Keller, a young CIA agent.His hands are tied. His face is bruised.Around him, armed men shout in Arabic and Pashto, laugh, and shove him with the…
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🇬🇧 The Debriefing
Paris, March 2015. Bureau du boulevard Mortier. In a room, a round meeting table, six chairs, five officers.Four of them are angry with the fifth.A camera is pointed at him. — « We are gathered here to determine whether the operation in the Adrar was a success or a fiasco », announces General Armand Delcourt,…
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🇬🇧 The Best Unit
Keller stops on the pavement, facing the building.Before him, the headquarters of The Dark Unit rises with sobriety:The main façade is smooth, glass-covered, slightly curved, reflecting a grey sky.On the left, the building extends into a rectangular hangar clad in anthracite steel, with a perfectly aligned loading dock.Just three metallic letters, TDU, fixed above the…
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🇬🇧 Hassan and His Sons
Birth The sun is at its zenith. The air from the mountains of Wardak descends into the valley. Fork-hoe in hand, Hassan straightens up.Cries of joy echo from his village — a shout, a cry, he is a grandfather!Azim is awaiting his first child.Hassan hastens, abandons the tool and strides quickly towards the family house.…