Lost in the Namib desert at midday, unsure
where North and South lie.
Excerpt from the book:
“FC now strode onwards. He suddenly realized
he had lost his direction. It was true midday and the
sun seemed dead vertical above them. His shadow
did not spread beyond the boots he stood in. He
could not spot a single land feature, nor any horizon
feature indicating where they had come from, nor to
where they should be heading. He was already out
of sight of the lonely German soldier grave. For
another time in his life, FC again felt his demise was
a certainty, and much worse, that of his son too. No
one would know where they were. His wife would
simply notice after 3 to 6-months’ time that she had
received no communications. Maybe some explorer
in a 100-years might be lucky to find his and his son’s flakey bone fragments.
FC could not even spot where they had walked up to this point. Their boots left no imprints on the hard gravel ground. They
could not even track back the way they had come. They only had enough water on them to last 24 more hours. He was momentarily
terror-stricken, and he swiftly realized he had to be hard thinking.”
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Where is the river?
Lost in the Namib desert at
midday, unsure where North and
South lie.
Excerpt from the book:
“FC now strode onwards. He
suddenly realized he had lost his
direction. It was true midday and the
sun seemed dead vertical above them. His
shadow did not spread beyond the boots he
stood in. He could not spot a single land
feature, nor any horizon feature indicating
where they had come from, nor to where they
should be heading. He was already out of sight
of the lonely German soldier grave. For
another time in his life, FC again felt his demise
was a certainty, and much worse, that of his
son too. No one would know where they were.
His wife would simply notice after 3 to 6-
months’ time that she had received no
communications. Maybe some explorer in a
100-years might be lucky to find his and his
son’s flakey bone fragments.
FC could not even spot where they had
walked up to this point. Their boots left no
imprints on the hard gravel ground. They could
not even track back the way they had come.
They only had enough water on them to last 24
more hours. He was momentarily terror-
stricken, and he swiftly realized he had to be
hard thinking.”
Read the book, “I am The Rifle,and I kill” - available on Amazon
(Click).
Write to the author your book review, or any questions and other
comments. AUTHOR (click)
Where is the river?
Lost in the Namib
desert at midday,
unsure where North and South
lie.
Excerpt from the book:
“FC now strode onwards. He
suddenly realized he had lost his
direction. It was true midday and
the sun seemed dead vertical above
them. His shadow did not spread
beyond the boots he stood in. He
could not spot a single land feature,
nor any horizon feature indicating where they had come from, nor
to where they should be heading. He was already out of sight of
the lonely German soldier grave. For another time in his life, FC
again felt his demise was a certainty, and much worse, that of his
son too. No one would know where they were. His wife would
simply notice after 3 to 6-months’ time that she had received no
communications. Maybe some explorer in a 100-years might be
lucky to find his and his son’s flakey bone fragments.
FC could not even spot where they had walked up to this
point. Their boots left no imprints on the hard gravel ground. They
could not even track back the way they had come. They only had
enough water on them to last 24 more hours. He was momentarily
terror-stricken, and he swiftly realized he had to be hard thinking.”
Read the book, “I am The Rifle,and I kill” - available on
Amazon (Click).
Write to the author your book review, or any questions
and other comments. AUTHOR (click)
Where is the river?