Harper faces a mystery filled with twists, turns, dangerous characters and worse, a confrontation no woman wants to face — when an old and a new lover meet for the first time. A fourth and perhaps fifth book are sure to follow. From Captive Soldier to free citizen—my journey home , Touchstone which chronicles the story of Spec.
Shoshana Johnson, a member of the th Maintenance Company who was captured during an ambush and held prisoner in the early days of the Iraq War. Some want to write their story themselves but feel intimidated by the prospect. According to Doyle, what is important is that the stories are told. The challenge is to empower people to tell their stories and to share them with the world.
One of the people who needed to tell their story is Brigadier General retired Julia Cleckley. The story details her journey to success while facing the most devastating losses a woman can endure; the loss of a husband and of a child. A Promise Fulfilled was published in January, and is available at all online retailers. Mary has also publishing an adult romance series of four novellas. Mary served almost two decades in the Army Reserve and spent much of her civilian career telling the Army story as an Army broadcaster through stories, documentaries, public service announcements and training videos.
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Stationed in Germany, Korea and the U. Mary loves to hear from readers. Check her out on Facebook. A job well done A Promise Fulfilled I was led to the book of Jeremiah chapter one verse five I believe this define Julia without the full knowledge of what the task for her life was she pressed forward she kept the faith God put positive people in her life she was let down knocked down but never stayed down rose to the occasion with a positive attitude. The best way to show Julia your support for the book would be to leave a brief review on the Amazon book page.
She would love that. Im so glad you enjoyed the book! Hey there, I commented on one of your other posts asking if you had served, but I see the answer is here. I finally noticed the foul air in the small trailer. Here, in my temporary home, it was ugly and intrusive. I shuddered and moved toward her.
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I stumbled away until my back hit the wall. I struggled to breathe. I heard a noise that sounded like a whimper, then realized it came from me. My gaze flew around the trailer, focusing on the computer desk, my cot on the other side of the trailer, back to the computer desk, on anything but Specialist Virginia Delray. When my breathing slowed, I knew I had to get confirmation. I inched toward her cot, preparing myself for a better look. Most of her body had been hidden by the make-shift closet she had fashioned from old wooden crates.
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Her entire face looked bloated and grayish white, except for her lips, which were blue. She barely look human. More like a wax museum horror display, a freaky mannequin with short bleached blonde hair spiked wildly around her head. Her eyes bulged open with little red specks of blood dotted throughout the whites. She wore her PT uniform, the one issued for physical training sessions, a grey hooded sweatshirt jacket, with big black letters that spelled Army across the front, and grey sweatpants.
Her shower shoes, a cheap brown terrycloth towel and her sleeping bag sat bunched up at the end of the cot, as if she had kicked and fought. Her hands were at her throat and I could see blood and gunk under her fingernails. They were jagged and broken. A yellow safety reflector belt, issued as part of our PT uniform, cut deeply into the flesh around her neck like a garrote. Usually we wear the belt draped diagonally over the shoulder and then clipped on the side at the waist.
I stood staring at her for what seemed like hours but was probably only seconds. Gentle rain tinkled against the roof. A group of people walked by outside the trailer, one laughing loudly, several others joining in. I wanted to shout at them to shut up. Obviously, no one knew. My pulse slammed in my temples.
I must have been holding my breath, because when I finally did inhale, I got a strong whiff of that rank smell tinged with urine and realized she must have pissed herself in the struggle.
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Closer to her cot, the fetid air held the familiar sickly sweet odor that coated my nostrils and made bile rise in my throat. An image flashed in my head of when I had smelled that odor for the first time, at the mass grave mission I had been sent to record. They were strangers, those dead people, but the indignity of their disposal never left me. Neither did the smell. Specialist Virginia Delray was no stranger. She was my soldier. She would not have liked the wax-like appearance of her skin. She liked to compare her tan with my naturally brown color. I shook my head at the memory, then swayed, almost losing my balance.
I had been standing there stiff, my knees locked, my fingers curled into fists. Taking a couple of shaky steps back, I leaned against the wall again. It reminded me of how I felt, staring down at that mass grave, powerless in the face of evil and sickened by what we were capable of doing to each other. My thoughts spun out of control until they landed on what to do next. My legs felt too stiff and heavy to carry me, but I forced them to take me back to the desk.
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I had to move, had to report this. I put my flak vest back on, put my Kevlar back on my head, and picked up my weapon from the rack, settling it across my back.
At the door, I turned and looked again at those hot pink toenails. I opened the trailer door, took in a deep trembling breath of fresh air and went out to report that Specialist Virginia Delray lay murdered in my trailer. The NATO mission in Bosnia is to broker peace between warring factions and help restore a devastated county.
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