The Staff Sergeant’s Wife
I had just completed three and a half years of service in the United States Marine Corps, mostly in Japan and Vietnam, and for the remainder of my four year tour the Corps decided to station me in what I felt was the armpit of California; Bar-fucking-stow. Although right now Barstow is probably a fairly nice little city, back then it sucked, and not in a good way. The town’s hot spot was a bowling alley and the biggest news was that a Taco Bell was opening. Me? My name is Jonathan and at twenty-one years of age, I was a lean, mean, fighting machine. I didn’t cut an especially imposing figure being only 5’9” and 172 pounds, but it was all muscle and I had earned my black belt in Karate while in Japan. …