Chapter 11
‘The Den’ as ‘The Devil Dogs Den’ was called for short, to appease local sensibilities, was slammed. I scanned the crowd looking for Kyra and spotted her holding court with some of the other female NCOs in the unit at a little table off to one side of the makeshift tent turned clubhouse.
“A Coke and a diet, please,” I told the sergeant taking orders at the counter. I took the drinks and weaved my way through the throngs of soldiers crowded in for lack of any other place to go and hang out when they were off duty.
“Hey,” I nodded in greeting to the five women gathered around the table. Most of them nodded back at me.
I handed the Coke to Kyra. “Happy Birthday Sarge.”
“Thank you, Corporal Mason. That’s very nice of you.”
So, we’re being formal now. Okay. I can do this. While
