“Hate you? Never. Do you know when it happened?”
“Yes, I think so. It was that night in the Old Hotel. I just felt so wonderful that we"d married.”
I held Cliesh. “You know how much I love you?”
“Oh, Tim. Yes, oh yes, I know.”
I prayed that the unit would not deploy to some God forsaken corner of the globe. If we mobilized, then I must be with my men.
We met Dieter in the bar at seven. His dress was immaculate, in every detail, the complete Adjutant Chief, the most senior NCO. He shook hands with Cliesh, kissing her on both cheeks. Then he shook hands with me.
“Good evening, Captain and Madame Ronsard.”
Dieter ushered us in to the private function room to firm applause from the seven NCOs assembled there. I was surprised and gladdened by our reception. As I expected, our marriage pl
