My father shouted: At Least The Army Pays Her Rent

a storm. Mrs. Monroe waved me over to meet her daughter. General Whitfield introduced me to a surgeon from Walter Reed. A young Army nurse approached me near the dessert table and said, “Ma’am, I joined because of your evacuation protocol lecture at Bragg.”

I smiled.

“What’s your name?”

“Captain Lila Marks.”

I shook her hand.

Her grip was strong, but her continue reading …