We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm

“They’ve reached the target,” he said.
Minutes passed.
“We have a visual on Geronimo,” he said.
A few minutes later: “Geronimo EKIA.”

That's the endgame. The starting point was elsewhere. Where they drink tsuica. Or rum. Not that the Gray Lady would acknowledge that.