The jeep’s brakes emitted a loud screech and Jimmy winced. “So much for a quiet surprise,” he muttered to his driver, Corporal Tony Ricci.
Jimmy took a deep breath and rubbed his sweating palms on his pants legs. Greta, he dreamed of this moment, of seeing her again, since that fateful day weeks ago. The anticipation, the excitement, the nervousness. His stomach was tangled in anxious knots. Without thinking about his injured leg, he jumped from the jeep, landing too hard. He grabbed at the side of the vehicle as his knee buckled.
“Careful there, Captain.” Tony placed a firm hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “We just got ya upright.”
Jimmy’s recovery had been challenging. In fact, he still had a long way to go before everything completely healed. After being taken to the field hospital, he went
