Corpsman and the Nerd

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Authors: D.R. Grady
Tags: Romance, Military, kids, surgeon, nerds
It’s wonderful!
    So I’m at least able to
send you this. Fortunately, we’ll be able to keep in touch. I
imagine the ladies here will probably use my computer to keep in
contact with their families too.
    All for now, as I need
food and sleep. I’m not even sure what day it is now. Or what
time.
    I miss you
both!
    KC
    P.S. I typed up a section
for Ryan you can share with him. He’ll like hearing about
Kuwait .
     
    Max scanned the note from KC and was
relieved. He still missed her and hated the distance between them,
but at least she had arrived safely. Trying to envision where she
now lived proved difficult so he gave up on the effort.
    He wanted her back home with him and
Ryan, but since that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, he
instead clicked on the button to reply to her e-mail. He could send
KC a message. Then he would go find Ryan and read him the note she
sent specifically to him. Maybe he and Ryan could learn about
Kuwait together.
     
    To:
[email protected]
    From:
[email protected]
    Subject:re: I’m
Here!
    Dear KC,
    Glad to hear you’ve landed
and settled in safely. That’s a relief for those of us on this end.
We’re not busy here at all at the moment. Ryan’s sacked out, he had
a tough day, daycare and then this evening, trying to chase Spuds
all over the yard. (I did manage to get the lawn mowed, hopefully
for the last time this year since it’s the beginning of
October.)
    They’ve had a lot of fun
exploring, but I did finally convince them to settle down for a
story. We read to the end of the third page and Ryan was asleep.
Spuds sacked out by the first page.
    I ended up having to read
the rest of the book to myself. (Sponge Bob Squarepants is pretty
funny. I might have enjoyed it more than Ryan.) Ryan didn’t get his
usual nap, so I’ll just consider this his nap time. It’s not quite
six, so I figure in another fifteen minutes or less they’ll be back
up and all over the place.
    Lainy wanted me to tell
you she’s nearly finished tweaking the phones and she’ll send one
to you soon. She promised to bring one to me too. Plus, the bakers
are already planning your first shipment of “goodies”; please don’t
ask me what that means, because I don’t know. That’s all they told
me. (I figure you’ll get regular shipments of cookies just like
Mitch did.)
    I expect you’ll receive
packages regularly from the family too. Mitch probably already
explained all that to you? Sounded like he was thorough in
describing his experience? I didn’t like much of what I heard, but
remember, those of us here are willing to send you anything that
will help your experience over there. Just let us know what you
need, and we’ll send you the item(s).
    We’re all thinking about
you here, and wish you could still be home, but are proud you’re
there. As a military woman, your contribution is vitally important,
especially that you’re a surgeon. Think you’ll be happy doing the
doctor thing? At least you know you’re being helpful. And I’m glad
you won’t have to go off base very often.
    Lainy said that was the
hardest part for her. Losing contact with Mitch for three months at
a time. I’m glad we’ll be able to stay in touch. That’s a
help.
    Oh, gotta go. Mr. Ryan and
Spuds are awake and it looks like it’s time to start supper. Thanks
for the recipe book you left. I found it yesterday and could have
kissed you! Thank you for that most precious gift! As you guessed,
I can get around in the kitchen but I’m not a great cook. I am
fairly good at following directions. (No comments from you, Katrina
Celeste!) Anyhow Ryan and I won’t starve!
    He says he wants hot dogs.
Since that’s not in your recipe book, I figure either you don’t
cook him those, or you believe I can manage them without a recipe.
Luckily for you, the latter is true. I think we’ll have French
fries too. I’ve got lots of those. So, you see, we’re eating our
vegetables. No worries.
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