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Jordan Swanson

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

German North American (General)

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I stopped because the soldier's uniform is green. That's the only reason I stop because his uniform's green, and that means I have no choice at all. That's a lot of packages for a pretty girl, his duchess slightly accented, but I'm surprised he speaks it so well. Some green police don't speak it at all, and they're annoyed when we're not fluent in German, as if we should have been preparing our entire lives for the day when they invaded our country. I park my bicycle, but don't dismount. It's exactly the right number of packages, I think. What have you got in them? He leans over my handlebars, one hand grazing into the basket attached to the front. Wouldn't you like to see? Wouldn't you like to open all my packages? I giggle, then lower my eyelashes so we won't see how practice this line is. With the way I'm standing, my dress has risen above my knee and the soldier notices it's Navy already tighter than it should be. Afraid of the hem. In several years old from before the war, I shift my weight a little. It's the hem line rides even higher now, halfway up my goose bump thigh. This interaction would feel worse if he were older. If you were wrinkled, if he had stained teeth or sagging belly, it would be worse. But I would flirt the same anyway, but have a dozen times before. At daybreak, the platoon of 18 soldiers formed into a loose rank and began tramping side by side, the deep muck of the **** field. They move slowly in the rain, leaning forward heads down. They use the butts of their weapons is probes waiting across the field to the river and then turning and waiting back again. They were tired and miserable. All they wanted now was to get it finished. Guy, what was gone. He was under the mud and water. Fold it in with the war and there are only thought was to find him and take him out and then move on to someplace dry and warm. It had been a hard night, maybe the worst ever. The rains have fallen without stop, and the songs Eubank had overflowed its banks, and the muck had now risen thigh deep in the field. Along the river, a low gray mist hovered over the land off to the west, there was thunder. Soft little moaning sounds on the monsoon seemed to be a lasting element of the war. The 18 soldiers moved in silence. First, Jimmy Lieutenant Cross went first now and then, straightening out his rank, closing up the gaps. His uniform is dark with mud. His arms and face were filthy. Earlier in the morning, he had radioed in the M I report, giving the name and circumstances. But he was now determined to find his man no matter what, Even if it meant flying in slabs of concrete and damming up the river and draining the entire field. He would not lose a member of his command like this. It wasn't right. Kyowa had been a fine soldier and a fine human being a devout Baptist. And there was no way Lieutenant Cross would allow such a good man to lost under the slime of a ship field. Briefly, he stopped and watched the clouds, except for some occasional thunder. It was a deeply quiet morning, just the rain on the study sloshing sounds of 18 men waiting through the thick waters. Lieutenant Cross wish the rain would let up, even for an hour. It would make things easier. But then he shrugged. The rain was the war, and you had to fight it. William Coombs with two O's Melanie Ballenger told her father over long distance, pronounced just like the thing you comb your hair with. Say it. Ballenger repeated the name. Say the whole name. I've got it, sweetheart. Why am I saying it? Dad, I'm bringing him home with me. We're getting married for a moment. He couldn't speak. Dad! Dad, did you hear me? I'm here, he said. Well again. He couldn't say anything. Dad. Yes, he said, That's That's some news. That's all you could say. Well, I mean, Melanie. It's a sort of quick, isn't it? He said. Not that quick. How long did you and mom wait? I don't remember. Are you measuring yourself by that? You waited six months and you do to remember And this is five months and we're not measuring anything. William and I have known each other longer than five months. But we've been together, you know, as a couple. Five months. And I'm almost 23 which is two years older than Mom Waas. And don't tell me it was different when you guys did it? No, he hurt himself. Say it's pretty much the same, I imagine. Well, she said, Well, Ballenger said, I'm I'm very happy for you. You don't sound happy. I'm happy. I can't wait to meet him. Really? Promise you're not just saying that. No, It's good news, darling. I mean, I'm surprised. Of course. It'll take a little getting used to the suddenness of it all and everything. I mean, your mother and I didn't even know you were seeing anyone, but no, I'm glad I can't wait to meet the young man.