Detachment Delta by Don Bendell Page A

couple were also very devout Christians. She ended up inviting Fila to their home in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. Fila spoke for hours about her life growing up, and they all became close. They invited her to their church, and she became their foster daughter and ended up converting to Christianity. Before she graduated, she was adopted and became a U.S. citizen.
    She had a natural bent for athletics and took to it in high school. Then, there was a little college, but she was so proud to become a citizen, and had such strong feelings against the oppressiveness, especially against innocent children and women, of fundamentalist Muslims like her biological father, that she felt the U.S. Army would help her self-actualize more than anything.
    Nobody in any of her training units, starting with Basic and including Jump School, was anywhere close to as gung-ho and intense as Fila.
    In recent years she had also joined Brigitte Gabriel’s American Congress for Truth and become even more impassioned about educating and putting an end to some of the horrible practices of Islam. Her C.A.G. selection and assignment to the Funny Platoon was the final step for her. She felt she had arrived, and she loved Detachment-Delta and the entire concept of it. Her experience was a lot different from the men’s experience, but ultimately, the overall mission was what mattered. The fact that she spoke level 4 Arabic and was totally and completely fluent in Persian made her one of the most invaluable members of Delta Force, man or woman.
    Fila acted like just one of the boys between the two men, even juggling three cups of coffee at one point, which Charlie and Custer also did.
    At a later point one team would be brought into the operation to act as a standby backup for Charlie and Fila, when the time was right, in case they got into trouble.
    During a break in the briefing, Charlie and Jace both started getting acquainted with Fila, and Charlie said, “Hey, my nickname is Pocahontas, but guys call me Poke, and he is called Custer. What kind of nickname did they give you in the platoon?”
    Fila’s face turned bright red, and she smiled shyly. “Booty,” she said.
    Custer laughed and said, “Why did they call you that?”
    Charlie said, “If you would have looked when she walked in, man, there would not be a question in your mind.”
    She was embarrassed and slapped Charlie across the arm, saying, “Hey, Poke, I lift weights and do lots of squats. Okay?”
    â€œI’m not complaining, Boot-Tay,” he said, and laughed, as did Custer. “It is working very well. Keep lifting.”
    Rozanski seemed to be getting to the end of his PowerPoint and suddenly spoke directly to Charlie and Fila.
    â€œSergeants Strongheart and Jannat,” he said, “this is where you two come into the overall picture. As we have seen, Davood Faraz Dabdeh is fast becoming the new Osama bin Laden. He is wealthy, well connected, and has the total backing of Iran. He is younger than bin Laden, charismatic, insane, and totally ruthless. The man is attracting all the young disenfranchised Mideastern zanies. You two will infiltrate the country of Iran by means of a high-altitude HALO infiltration with O2 and wearing skis,” he said, referring to High Altitude, Low Opening jumping.
    Charlie stood and said, “Excuse me, General Rozanski, is it?”
    The pudgy man nodded, his face reddening at the interruption.
    Charlie was grinning. “General Rozanski, somebody has been watching too many James Bond movies. I do not know about Sergeant Jannat, but I do my skiing on holidays, and we are trained to plan our own methods of infiltration. With all due respect, my boss will give us our mission, and we will all sit down and plan the best method of infiltration, which often is not the popular one of those who do not do our work, a HALO operation.”
    Rozanski got huffy, saying, “Now, see here, Sergeant, I want to