We had a choice. We had always had a choice. Maybe now was the time. The electricity was down and the engineer said it couldn't be fixed. Three of the men were sick - death fever. The food supply was almost out and morale was at an all time low. In under an hour the sun would be up. We were 16,000 miles from home and it was about to get hot - VERY hot. It was 5.09 in the goddam morning - time to make that choice. I lifted the receiver, my heart racing with anticipation. This was no time for niceties, no time for procedure. There was one way out. Just one. Time to get rough. Time to get dirty. Time to call in the pro.