Cindy handles all the finances so I have no idea what she pays or when she pays it. If I start going looking through all the bills, she's going to wan... to know why. What do I tell her? My gut hurts so you've been fucking around on me? Boy, I bet that would go over big.Our marriage seems normal, what ever that is in this day and age. We met while in our twenties, dated about a year, and then got married. She pops out a kid about every two years. I got tired of the pop outs so I had a vasectomy. A Counselor was assigned to each Billet and would act as a Foreman for our work group. Our Counselor was a guy in his mid-forties named Olaf Anderson a big Swede.We found our way to Billet 10 and introduced ourselves to Mr. Anderson. “Just call me Olaf,” he said in a big booming voice.It was close to dinner time and we were told to get washed up and then report to the Mess Hall.All the buildings in Camp were of log construction and had been built by Three Cs workers. Heat was provided by large. He put his hand on his cheek and whispered into a microphone his sleeve. No one in the coffee shop took any notice. A surveillance van was parked across the street on Broadway. Soren digested this little speech as he ate his eggs, rice, and beans. He was still very quiet, trying to hold back the tears. On the way back to the dorm they had stopped at a corner waiting for the light to change, and Soren put his arm around his roommate, around Alan’s shoulder. ‘Thanks,’ he croaked, a half of a. Maybe, if he were lucky, he could re-create that for himself.After an hour of driving, he realized he'd been riding in silence and tuned the satellite radio to a favorite station. His preference for old country songs had been a source of amusement in his squad and the platoon. He'd learned to tolerate rap, death metal, and everything in between, but still loved the simple honesty of the music that had been his only source of entertainment as a boy.Levall, Texas, his next destination, was some.