This war bride wishes that she weren't.

Unaccompanied Assignment

I'm going home.

And after a while, I just faded away.

When you find the truth, keep looking.

I cried through the whole Peter Jennings memorial special tonight. It may seem foolish because I never knew the man; but, you see, I did know him.

Peter Jennings got me through the war.

Wasted

Danny has spent the past hour in the car, passed out.

I know it's his birthday weekend, but this is fucking insane.

The Pool

On my "weekend" from the store, I've spent my past two afternoons at one of the community pools on post.

I don't belong there.

I am nineteen. I am not the daughter of a specialist or a sargeant. I am not the mother of three children under the age of seven.

I arrive alone. I talk to no one. I leave alone.

No one knows who I am. I wonder if they wonder about me. Who I am. Who I belong to. Where I live. Why I look good in a bikini.

I am in between. I am not a daughter, I am not a mother. I am just a wife.

Korea

Oh sweet Jesus, don't let him get sent to Korea.

Because if he goes to Korea, I can't go with him.