NICK AND MOST OF THE other men had arrived at the orientation venue two hours earlier. He had been fortunate to fly his own plane and left it with the rest of his crew to return to San Diego where they were getting ready for another operation. Joey, his best friend since training, had hugged him at the airport and called him a lucky bastard. Nick had choked up a bit when he told him to be safe and that he expected to see him in eighteen months.
As commander of these civilians he had been introduced by Chaplain Carter who was in charge of the men’s brief orientation and would be performing the marriage ceremonies before the couples left for their new homes.
Nick was happy to be in Montana and looking forward to the next eighteen months. He was from Florida but had fond memories of skiing
