A little story about Bear

A little story about Bear

He picked me I didn’t choose him. New Year’s Day in Germany we drove to a farm outside Frankfurt—not far from Eric’s Army unit. We were going to do a better, more professional job this time. We were going to do a test before buying. When we arrived, a stocky farmer...
Army wife life: Unterklausen

Army wife life: Unterklausen

Army wife life Unterklausen Part III Danny squirmed in his BabyBjorn. I shifted his weight so he could peer out over rim. I passed the farmhouse next door, a four-level home on a hill higher than ours. The old man who liked to talk about the war was standing outside...
Army wife life: Unterklausen

Army wife life: Unterklausen

Army wife life Unterklausen Part II Before my arrival, Eric had furnished not only the bedroom, but kitchen as well, also buying European coffee, fresh dairy products, and bread from the Bäckerei. I chose another brötchen with an assortment of seeds, buttering it...
Army wife life:  Unterklausen

Army wife life: Unterklausen

Army wife life Unterklausen Part I When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure if it was day or night. I couldn’t see anything—not a shadow or even the outline of my hand. The metal shutters eliminated any light and the only sound was the rustling of linens as I shifted on...

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