Nangie Experience

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Dedicated to my fellow Nangieites.

Here I am after being Nangied!

My Fellow Nangieites:

For anonymity reasons I will use their first names since some go by pseudonyms.

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Nathan

Brenda

Clement

Marie

Jim

Vicki

Trudy

Neva

Neva Andrews is author of the Jo Barkley series.

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Pat

Sara

Stephanie

Venessa

Loretta

Here is a sample from Clement who we know as Clem:

Lieutenant Anthony Kile and Doctor Caleb Harrison returned from a day of field inspections on a warm desert evening. They headed for their tent to clean up.

The Lieutenant settled down on his cot and found a letter on his pillow. “Mail clerk was here. It’s from Mom and Dad!” He ripped open the envelope and riveted his attention on neatly penned script.

Caleb ripped open a “hot dogs and beans” Meals Ready To Eat packet.

Kile lowered the letter.

“How’s things with your folks?” Caleb asked.

“Mom and Dad are busy settling my grandmothers’ estates and setting up probate hearings. I’m not even home to help them with that.” He lay down and turned over on his side.

“Anthony, I’m sorry. But healing takes time.”

Kile didn’t reply.

Caleb pulled out his Bible and flipped to Isaiah 41. “Here’s something to think about. ’So do not fear, for I am with you … I will strengthen you … and uphold you in my righteous right hand.’ We’re never alone, Anthony. God is always with us. Even in the Saudi desert.”

Kile turned over onto his back and stared up at tent canvas. “You’re right, Sir. We’re gonna need a lotta strength.”

“How?”

“I heard Major Black say that Operation Desert Storm will launch any day. Some of us’ll come home in body bags.”

Caleb closed his Bible. “I’m going outside for a while to let you rest.” He crawled out and spent the next two hours in the five-ton truck reviewing his well-worn Arabic phrase book.

The sun had set before he returned to the tent. Kile lay asleep.

Caleb settled down on his cot. An expectant breath expanded his chest. “Please, God, keep us in your right hand; watch over us.” His mind and body hung between uncertain slumber and wakeful foreboding.

Tent canvas shook as a communications specialist crawled inside. “Colonel Harrison, a call for you on the field phone from Major Roth at Battalion. He says it’s important.”

Caleb wondered why he would call so late. He and Kile had spent most of the afternoon with Roth at Battalion Headquarters and Roth said little at that meeting.

“Thanks. On my way.”

He pulled on boots, reached for his Colt 45 and gas mask and hurried to F Company Headquarters tent. His right hand clenched the phone receiver. “Colonel Harrison.”

“Major Roth here. What took you so long? You need to get over here right away to inspect a box of MREs. Some soldiers from Bravo Company said they got sick and they just brought me the case.”

“Okay, Major Roth,” he sighed. “Lieutenant Kile and one of our techs will get over there tomorrow morning and take a look. Check the lot numbers on the box and make sure no more of the same batch are distributed till we inspect them.”

“No!” he growled. “I need someone from your team to inspect these before tomorrow morning. Git over here now!”

“Major Roth, we do need to take a look at those spoiled MREs. I don’t see why it needs to be done tonight. You do have access to a different batch, don’t you?”

A fist crashed against a hard table. “Get someone over here tonight, or I’ll call the Colonel at Division Support Command!”

“Major, the Battalion Commander says our troops need to rest before we move out to the forward assembly area.

My soldiers had a long day. I don’t see how this is a medical emergency.”

He exploded. “I’m calling the Colonel right now to have him order you here tonight! If you disobey him, I’ll have him court-martial you!”

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