Back from Iraq Examination
Another essay, another glimpse at an officer back from overseas duty and the places he visits with his girl. * The sweet tart red tropical juice trickled down my throat and soothed away the heat. How considerate of the room steward to leave the pitcher and ice, I thought. His soft comment earlier in the morning however, deeply concerned me. Spoken as I left the breakfast veranda in a quiet aside and meant to be complimentary, the effect was like a depth charge to my psyche. ‘Missy not so...