Moonlight Watch

He sets his knife down on a rock where I can see it. I focus on the blade; a Special Ops M9 Bayonet similar to my own—strapped to my left ankle. Our eyes connect under the full moon of the Syrian desert. It’s a stalemate between his cold stare and my apprehension. “David…we have to complete the mission.” He steps back from the seven-inch blade. “If you don’t pick up the knife I will.” “And if I don’t? Then, what? You’ll kill me out here in the desert,” I instigated. I just need a few more minutes. The radio was…