??I?I?m sure it?ll inspire me.? ?Oh, most certainly!? she bowed as I gave her my money.? Strangely enough when I produced the money topurchase the pen... she refused. ?I told you, this pen is for you.? A good pen and a good writer need each other,just as a good man and a good woman need one another.? This pen chose you.? ?If you say so?? I sighed, gave my thanks and left. I wasn?t too far from my house when I saw a young womanunloading a set of boxes next door to my apartment complex.? She seemed. “I have quite a few things to talk to you about, too!”“Did my dad give you the third degree?”“Kind of, but it’s more than that,” I said.The bell rang, preventing any further conversation. At lunch, I talked to Bethany.“I asked Elyse to go to the Sweetheart Dance with me. I’m hoping that’s OK with you.”“We’re not dating,” Bethany said. “I want you to have a date for the dance. You going with Elyse is just fine.”“Will you go to Prom with me? We have plans, remember?” I asked hopefully.She. Still not saying to much to me, but I wasnt expecting it to change. I figured after our drs appt, he would go back to normal. Boy, was I wrong. While we both sat in the examination room, waiting for the dr, I could tell that Brian was nervous. All the doubts kept flooding my mind, all the “what ifs”. I know I wanted a child, but not sure if Brian was the right person for that, I wish he would have told me what the other pregnancy tests showed. Least I could better prepare myself for this. When. When I left Thailand I was on orders for Germany. Once again I was lucky. I got stationed on an isolated radio station in the old British Sector. There were few enough Americans in the area that we had no problems with the Germans. They saved their ire for the British forces.In 1965 I decided that I liked the job that I had and re-enlisted. That let me start a new three year tour in Germany.When I returned to the US in 1968 I was assigned to Ft. Monmouth again. This time I was an instructor. I.