lay flat on the ground, his belly pressed tightly to the earth. Green shrubs sheltered him from view. Only one hundred yards of cleared land sat between him and his objective. He had waited five years for this. It so happened that it was five years ago from today that it had happened. The nightmare that had taken place that evening was again playing in his mind. The sound of the first shot echoed through his head. The scream as his mother fell. The futile, retaliatory shots from his father . . . That evening had resulted in the deat ....