10
Twelve hours.
Pure luxury. Twelve hours out cold with a hot meal and a hot shower on each end.
John had not one complaint. Well, not much of a complaint, though he could certainly think of one fine enhancement. And his opportunities were much better here. Not a lot of available women in Bati, Pakistan, especially ones not likely to knife him while he slept. There had only been four American women at the base—the major, Kee the gunner, a day staffer, and Connie.
While Fort Campbell wasn’t what you’d called a target-rich environment, in comparison it wasn’t so bad at all.
He mounded up a short stack of pancakes, a couple eggs, bacon and sausage, English muffin, hash browns, and a coffee mug the size of his fist. A damn cute mess hall orderly, with skin hued nearly the same color as t
