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    The Smell of Rain: 1.2

    Story written on October 9, 2016 by BenMac.
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    The Metro platform was crowded, and the humidity of the summer day made the air smell like piss. Tina leaned against a pillar and watched the movement of people around her. She was hypersensitive to any quick movements, and darted her eyes around constantly to patrol her surroundings. She was also sweating profusely and her

    The Metro platform was crowded, and the humidity of the summer day made the air smell like piss. Tina leaned against a pillar and watched the movement of people around her. She was hypersensitive to any quick movements, and darted her eyes around constantly to patrol her surroundings. She was also sweating profusely and her cotton shirt clung to her back, especially where the strap of her satchel draped across her shoulder. But she didn’t bother fanning herself. She was only on her way to her support group and didn’t care how sweaty she appeared when she arrived. And given she hadn’t bothered with makeup in months, there was no need to worry about streaks of mascara-tinged sweat down her cheeks.

    The rattle of the arriving train caught her attention. She watched it zip along the track and come to a halt. She’d managed to calculate the correct spot to stand so that she’d be before the rear compartment’s door, but she allowed the other passengers to board before stepping inside and finding a back corner. She sat and drew her bag into her lap while scrutinizing the couple across from her. They were ignoring her, seemed harmless, so she allowed herself to relax. But only marginally. Anything could happen. She had to be on guard.

    However, the rhythmic movement of the train managed to draw off some of the tension about her shoulders, and she got the nerve to open her bag and remove the legal sized envelope inside. She already knew what the documents said. Her squadron commander had given her the news that morning. She was officially discharged from the United States Air Force. Despite her request for consideration, despite all the progress she’d made to adjust to her prosthetic, the Physical Evaluation Board had deemed her unfit for duty. She could, as he’d told her, request a formal hearing to protest the decision, especially given her pending promotion to captain. But she knew the bureaucracy of the military, in any of its branches, was a formidable obstacle, and one that was not easily circumvented. At the moment, the effort she knew it would require to pursue her case left her feeling paralyzed. She was tired, exhausted from keeping up her stoic and disciplined appearance. Maybe she’d change her mind later and pursue her case, but now wasn’t the time, and she did, at least, have something to be thankful for. The Defense Language Institute had received her paperwork and was eager to have her join their faculty even as a civilian. Her aptitude for Indo-European, Afro-Asiatic, and Ural-Altaic languages made her invaluable not only to the Institute, but also to the Defense Department. And given she’d done tours in Iraq and Syria and had interacted culturally and diplomatically with various ethnic groups while oversees, her expertise was in true demand.

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    1. Thanks for the warm responses to the last posting. You might feel I’m taking a long time to get to Bette, but I wanted to establish Tina’s inner turmoil before Bette came sweeping into her life. This chapter deals with the sensitive issue of the veteran suicides. It’s shameful really that the US can’t do better by these men and women. It’s very sad and something I think the majority of the civilian population isn’t aware is happening at the alarming rates it is.

      Someday I’ll need to write a happy TiBette story that doesn’t delve into such serious issues, maybe something with pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. Would anyone read that?

      Again, thanks to SSGoGo93 for helping me steer around the terminology and circumstances of Tina’s military career.

      Hope you enjoy.

    3. Hi BM

      Wonderful story, so sad but so true, it is hard for the veterans but it is hard also for the families, there is group therapy for the wounded, but not family therapy group for them, those circumstances maybe, are leading Tina and Mary to drift away, and they are reaching the point of no return (perhaps they already did); in certain way, Tina is lucky amidst all its tragedy, she may have something to do in her life because of the phone call, but the other lady, Morrison, she looks like a time bomb. The story is fascinating; thanks so much for the chapter and for making it longer than the former one (indeed more than double, thanks) and please post soon.

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    5. Thanks for the post. Glad Tina had that call, hopefully it will lead to a need for her services. Then maybe she will feel better and can make some progress in her life, maybe have the high functioning prosthesis she wants. What the hell is wrong with those bastards in Congress not allocating enough funds to help our veterans get ALL the help they need. Making the veterans pay for the prostheses is absolute BS. The government sends them to foreign lands to fight people that don’t care how they maim and kill our young people, especially the ones that live with such debilitating injuries that are so bad that the only way to ease the pain and they think stop being a burden on their loved ones is to take their own lives. Makes me so mad. Our government isn’t worth shit for not helping our veterans any better than they are. I will get off my soapbox now.

    6. Thanks BM for this longer post. In the UK I like to think we treat our ‘Heroes’ quite well but I may be biased. I love your writing and Tina’s position here does not need to refer to a combat injury, it could be seen from the position of a person’s body being radically charged by surgery or something similar. All the other emotions of being a burden on family and friends still apply. As I’ve said before I love your stories and your writing of Tibette’s characters in different situations. Looking forward to your next post and meeting Bette in this situation.

    10. BenMac.. thanks for another (ongoing) story :) yup, can feel the darkness of the story, so sad but it’s part of life somehow.

      Looking forward to where you are going to bring us. It’s not pink fluffy unicorns but surely it has the rainbows there ;-)

      Hope Tina has courage to speak up and let her fiancée go. She might not leave her (yet) – not because of her love, but maybe because of her own ego also of does not want to be judged of leaving her when she is in the lowest point.

      Again it sounds very ugly, but we are talking about the dark sides here, aren’t we?

      Hum… now I kinda looking forward to the pink fluffy unicorns dancing on the rainbows instead :p lol

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