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    ~ My Soldier – Chapter 3 ~

    “How long are you in the military?”

    “Since I’m 29, so, 6 years.” Bette tells me.

    “What is your rank, not that I really know what the functions are of every rank…” I say.

    “I’m a Sergeant. I lead a five man squad basically.”

    “That sounds cool.” I say and she smiles.

    “Yeah, I like it.” Bette smiled. The waiter comes to take our orders. When he is gone, Bette asks: “Can you tell me a little about your job?”

    I tell her what my job is about and she listens intensely. It’s great to have someone who really listens or at least pretends to do so. When the waiter brings our food, I decide to ask Bette some more.

    “Have you been to Iraq before the time you went with Tash?” I want to know.

    “Yes, I’ve been there 2 times, the one with Tasha included and also 3 times in Afghanistan. The rest of the time, I’ve been here, on the base.”

    “I think it’s so cool…” I smile and she giggles.

    “Yeah, I love the army.”

    “Why did you decide to join?” I ask.

    “I always liked the thought of being in the military but my Father always said it was not a place for woman. I listened to him. He died back in 2004 and a year later, I went for it. I really wanted to live my own life and I did. It was the best decision of my life. I really love my job.”

    “I’m glad you do. Loving your job is one of the most important things.” I say.

    “Yeah, it is.” She says. We finish eating and the waiter clears the table. Bette insists on paying because she asked me and I decide to just let her do her thing. We walk out of the restaurant and it’s still warm outside.

    “Do you want to have a walk through the park?” She asks me and I nod. I like to be around her. We enter the park and it’s dark but I’m not scared like I would be if I was here alone. We walk in a comfortable science and then, she takes my hand, it’s one of the greatest feelings you can imagine.

    Comments

    1. Man I’m so jealous I wish my first was like that, we didn’t text things like that or talk really…sad huh? So you know what I will just live vicariously through this story….HAHAHAHA Oh btw I noticed u were confused with “into the flames” you can ask me what’s confusing you and I’ll answer :)

    2. Tina quit over analyzing everything and enjoy the moment,I know this new feeling can be overwhelming but can slip away just as quick.if you let it, I ready for the beach

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