As I climbed out of the wrecked humvee, all I could see was smoke and dust. Not about the things I had done, but about helping Becky. XXX Her past relationships had been with some pretty rough boys and I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. Who knew you could make someone cry like that by only holding their fist.”
“Is Becky OK?”
“She is fine. We drank, danced and had fun until about 4:30 am. She walked toward the back of the truck when Carl stopped her. Before I realized what I was doing, I was walking towards where Becky was sitting, trying to push this man off of her. I served for 7 years and went on 2 tours of duty, one in Iraq and 1 in Afghanistan. Having known
