Jen woke several times during the night. Her dreams had been filled with Rog. She wasn’t surprised because she had been thinking of him the night before.
She met Rog and CD the first month she was in Afghanistan. When she had first arrived, they had been out on a mission. When they returned, looking dirty and unkept, she practically ran them down when she was walking around a corner. CD had immediately gone into a protection stance and growled. She froze, looking from this big, mean-looking German shepherd to this grungy, smiling man. She backed away slowly with her hands up. She heard the man say, “CD, it’s OK. Friend.” The dog relaxed.
“Thanks. I thought he was going to attack me.”
“He was. He thought you might be attacking me.”
“Um, is he always that fierce?”
“Only with pretty girl
