“Yeah, but come on, you at least see a few goddamn stars or a fucking satellite in the sky,” Jason complained. Every night is dark in this fucking place,” Noah muttered, not taking his eyes away from his gun scope. “Noah, are you listening to me, man?” Jason voice held exasperation.
No hesitation, if you waited a millisecond it cost lives. He made sure to keep an eye for any movement in the dry brush or deserted shacks as they passed. He was the sniper for this convoy as it went through the desert, blackened by nightfall. “Who wants to be out on patrol when every fucking star seems to have gone out? It is freaky weird how dark it is tonight.” Noah kept his eyes trained through the night vision scope on his rifle. “This is a totally shitty night, Noah.” His best friend, Jason Coe, spoke up from beside him. If he made it out alive this time, his retirement papers could not be stop-lossed and he would be free. He wanted out of the army, out of this place and just simple peace. Each time he was redeployed it made him harder, angrier to see the loss of life around him, to see his friends get sent home in body bags or with missing limbs. This was his fourth tour in this dessert hell. But this was life in Iraq and First Lieutenant Noah Montgomery had seen it too many times. You wanted to hear the call of crickets and night birds around your house and lake instead of sirens wailing in the night. To sit and drink a cold beer and watch a sunset in a North Carolina mountains instead of the red glow of a bomb going off in the distance. But it was your job, your duty to fight for the innocent and go where your commanders told you to. Even harder when you were under orders to protect a country that didn‟t seem to want to be protected and fought you at every turn. Not so easy to do when your bed was as a hard cot in a Fob thousands of miles away from home. Prologue It was one of those days you where you wished you hadn‟t got out of bed. Sugar and Spice Press North Carolina, USA 3 All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously.
Dahlia Rose Merry Christmas Baby ISBN 978-1-93 Copyright © December 2009, Dahlia Rose Cover art by Jordyn Tracy © December 2009 This is a work of fiction.
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