“Sergeant Woods.” Ben acknowledges with a puzzled look as to
why the Colonel’s assistant has paid them a visit.
Tracy shyly greets the men realizing that she has not had
any interaction with them. Jayce returns
to where he had been sitting in the sand. Tracy sits down on a log in between
Anne and Andre, who is sitting in the sand. Quickly, Tracy explains that she
had to bring some documents for Jayce to look through. The men look over to
find Jayce thumbing through a small manila folder. Ty returns carrying an arm
load of sticks for the fire. Paul follows behind him. The large framed man drags a large log.
An hour of laughing and talking goes by, when it comes to be
serious.
“Can I ask you guys a question?” Tracy inquires.
The men turn their attention towards her, Anne has not ever
had the nerve to ask questions. She has accepted the fact that she only knows
her husband for the loving man that he is, but also knows that anything outside
of home life is classified, nor does she want to know. For her, that is good enough.
“How can you guys carry on like this? You know what you are
walking into.” She states as she apologizes for not sugar coating it.
The only thing that can be heard through the silence is the
crackling of the fire and rushing of waves hitting the beach.
Anne and Tracy waiting for an answer jump to the loud thud
as Paul throws another log onto the fire. Paul, who rarely speaks, takes a
beer.
Again, Tracy asks, “How can you guys carry on like this when
you know what you are walking into?”
Paul carefully squeezes one of the lime wedges so that the
juice mixes with the beer then squeezes the wedge into the bottle.
“Most do it for the fame and or glory. We do it for neither.
We do it because we took an oath for our country and to protect the people that
live within its borders.” Paul explains looking up.
He takes a drink and then finishes, “Plus, we are the best
there is and it’s what we do.”
The laughing resumes.
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