Chapter 8
“Why didn’t you shoot the older bull?” Patrick rode so close beside her that they were practically rubbing boots.
Last night she had sat at the campfire. No romantic forays into the night forest. No shared laughter around the fire.
Mack had told stories. He’d done his two years of service, but just like everything else with him, none of it had happened in any normal way.
“Out at the wrong end of a long training run, we were offered a ride back to base if we’d volunteer for KP. I never did mind kitchen work, so my hand was first up. Better that than a 10K hike back. Ended up in the cushy post of being a waiter in the Officer’s Club for my last eighteen months. Can’t say I had any real complaints. A darn sight better than going to Korea and facing off against the Chinese.”
Pat
