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John caught a flight just across the river from the farm at the Oklahoma National Guard’s Camp Gruber Maneuver Training Center, and three hours later he was pulling into Fort Campbell. His sadness had been replaced—with a seething anger that had grown over the last three days until it was a hard ball inside his gut that he didn’t know what to do with. It sat there and burned. His mama had packed him a great lunch for the road and he’d thrown it out right after they dropped him off. He couldn’t eat so much as the damned candy bar they’d offered him on the flight.
When he made it through security on the base, the only thing he could think was it was damn good he hadn’t seen Connie Davis or he’d be in the brig right now for the thoughts of what he’d like to do to her.
He could understan
