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future? Not that anything is wrong with working in your family’s winery, but what would you do, if you could do anything else? Hope this doesn’t offend you. If so, I’m sorry. I just wanted to know.
For me, it’s pretty simple. When I get home from deployment, I do all the things I love doing. You’d probably find it boring, but after I get back, I want to just play in the surf, have some beers with my buddies on the Teams, and play some soccer wherever I can find a game. We get all smelly and play indoor soccer with some of the Mexican guys who clean our clocks. Seems to help take me down a peg or two when I get to feeling like Superman and savior of the world. Kind of an occupational hazard.
And of course it makes a difference if we have wounded or guys who didn’t come back. That doesn’t happen very often, but it happens. Those returns are different. We are under high stress over there, and when we come home, well, we just want to be normal and blend in like one of the regular crowd.
So one day, when I retire from the Teams, I’d love to have a little farm, something small enough for me to work on my own. Got a couple of friends who might help me. Maybe plant some grapes. Do you know anything about planting grapes? What kinds are best for the climate in San Diego? Of course I don’t know if I can afford anything there, so would maybe have to go someplace less expensive. I was thinking I’d take some correspondence courses from UC Davis if they have any. Steer me any way you can, if you know of something I could take online. I usually have some sort of internet connection for part of our deployment, and being able to do something like that takes my mind off the boredom.
Speaking of which, my mom always likes it when I say I’m bored. Then she knows I’m not in firefights or high-risk missions. All the same, everything is risky these days. You probably know the motto we use, “The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday.” That’s us. Never looking for a softer, gentler ride, because it doesn’t exist in our field.
Wow. I’ve said a lot more than I intended to. Just nice to have someone listen to what’s going on with me, especially someone so beautiful. Your fiancé is a lucky man, but I guess all the guys say that to you.
Well, it was nice meeting you, Kate. I hope I haven’t said anything that scares you away. That would make me very sad.
He ended the letter with a smiley-face frown next to the word sad. He inhaled and scrawled his signature in big, flowing letters, hoping she’d think he felt more confident than he actually was.
He looked it over, correcting spelling errors and changing one word back and forth a couple of times. He wished he’d written it on something nicer than the binder paper he’d found in his old desk. But that would have to be it for now. He’d post it in the morning—then he had a thought.
Leaning back in his chair, he smiled at his new plan.
Chapter 9
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K ate and Gretchen hashed over all of Kate’s fears after she briefly described her chance meeting with the SEAL. Her sister didn’t pry until they’d discussed the reasons for her hesitation about going forward with the wedding. It was all focused on why the matchup with Randy was wrong for her. But it became obvious a huge part of her decision was due to meeting Tyler.
“So, what’s he like?” Gretchen asked.
Kate leaned forward and lifted her coffee mug from the table, clutching it between her palms and savoring a sip of the now-cold liquid. She knew Gretchen was assessing her. “He’s handsome, of course.”
“Of course.”
“He’s gentle, but has something about him that’s strong. Really strong.”
“Well, he is a SEAL.”
“Yes, but it’s something else. I guess confidence is what I’d call it. He’s, like, controlled.”
“It’s how they train them.”
“No, it’s more than that. He isn’t just walking through life. He lives it. He embraces life. Living is precious to him.”
Their
For me, it’s pretty simple. When I get home from deployment, I do all the things I love doing. You’d probably find it boring, but after I get back, I want to just play in the surf, have some beers with my buddies on the Teams, and play some soccer wherever I can find a game. We get all smelly and play indoor soccer with some of the Mexican guys who clean our clocks. Seems to help take me down a peg or two when I get to feeling like Superman and savior of the world. Kind of an occupational hazard.
And of course it makes a difference if we have wounded or guys who didn’t come back. That doesn’t happen very often, but it happens. Those returns are different. We are under high stress over there, and when we come home, well, we just want to be normal and blend in like one of the regular crowd.
So one day, when I retire from the Teams, I’d love to have a little farm, something small enough for me to work on my own. Got a couple of friends who might help me. Maybe plant some grapes. Do you know anything about planting grapes? What kinds are best for the climate in San Diego? Of course I don’t know if I can afford anything there, so would maybe have to go someplace less expensive. I was thinking I’d take some correspondence courses from UC Davis if they have any. Steer me any way you can, if you know of something I could take online. I usually have some sort of internet connection for part of our deployment, and being able to do something like that takes my mind off the boredom.
Speaking of which, my mom always likes it when I say I’m bored. Then she knows I’m not in firefights or high-risk missions. All the same, everything is risky these days. You probably know the motto we use, “The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday.” That’s us. Never looking for a softer, gentler ride, because it doesn’t exist in our field.
Wow. I’ve said a lot more than I intended to. Just nice to have someone listen to what’s going on with me, especially someone so beautiful. Your fiancé is a lucky man, but I guess all the guys say that to you.
Well, it was nice meeting you, Kate. I hope I haven’t said anything that scares you away. That would make me very sad.
He ended the letter with a smiley-face frown next to the word sad. He inhaled and scrawled his signature in big, flowing letters, hoping she’d think he felt more confident than he actually was.
He looked it over, correcting spelling errors and changing one word back and forth a couple of times. He wished he’d written it on something nicer than the binder paper he’d found in his old desk. But that would have to be it for now. He’d post it in the morning—then he had a thought.
Leaning back in his chair, he smiled at his new plan.
Chapter 9
‡
K ate and Gretchen hashed over all of Kate’s fears after she briefly described her chance meeting with the SEAL. Her sister didn’t pry until they’d discussed the reasons for her hesitation about going forward with the wedding. It was all focused on why the matchup with Randy was wrong for her. But it became obvious a huge part of her decision was due to meeting Tyler.
“So, what’s he like?” Gretchen asked.
Kate leaned forward and lifted her coffee mug from the table, clutching it between her palms and savoring a sip of the now-cold liquid. She knew Gretchen was assessing her. “He’s handsome, of course.”
“Of course.”
“He’s gentle, but has something about him that’s strong. Really strong.”
“Well, he is a SEAL.”
“Yes, but it’s something else. I guess confidence is what I’d call it. He’s, like, controlled.”
“It’s how they train them.”
“No, it’s more than that. He isn’t just walking through life. He lives it. He embraces life. Living is precious to him.”
Their
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