Christmas Past.
By Angharad.

She wept as he held her. “Why d’you have to go?” he asked. She shook her head and cried some more. “Don’t go, please don’t go.”

Surprise! New ideas strike at the oddest times; mainly when I'm already working on four stories. So here it is, thrown up from my brain to your eyes.

Now to be honest, I'm not sure what tags apply here. It seems to qualify for a few, but really doesn't. I don't know, but it'll be interesting I suppose. Story starts right off, enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij 2013.

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A Story of Love, Medicine, the Military, Orphans, and Viet Nam
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Caution: A small part of this story depicts events related to the sexual abuse of a child - me. No, it didn’t happen exactly the way written, but close enough I still, have an occasion, flashbacks. ________________________________________________________________

The Chief sort of wilted. “I don’t know how to say this gently. The first BabyLift flight out of Vietnam crashed. It will be on the news tonight. Already the Mayor, and worse, the Newspapers have been clamoring for their favorite Emergency Medical Technician to help. So… you’ll be packing your bags. The Mayor talked to the Governor. The Governor called the President. The President called the Pentagon. The Pentagon called the Governor’s Military office, repeatedly, then the General called your CO at Moffett Field, and then your CO called me. As of 0800 today, you have been federalized.”

Christmas is a time of giving and a celebration of family. It is also the time that Washington crossed the Delaware, the Battle of Trenton. The Tet Offensive began on New Years Eve. The Ardennes Counteroffensive, better known as Battle of the Bulge kicked off the week before Christmas.
And our unfriendly visitors have been studying human history …!

"Come on Sam, let's wake Mommy, Santa came!" were the words she heard that awakened her from her short slumber.

Yamai gets home, with help from The Lady. Rosetta and the gang learn that what comes after the mission can be even more exhausting than the mission itself. After an unexpected reunion, she faces something even more daunting: shopping!

The Last Question

Dorothy was shown into the office by a handsome man, and she found herself struggling to hold back a blush.

Trubinger snorted derisively. "That's a rather far-fetched worry to have, isn't it? Let's cross that bridge when we come to it — if we ever come to it!"

"No," the security officer countered in a soft, calm voice. "I've already crossed that bridge. We were searching for an intruder before this happened, and by all indications one of our Marilyns doesn't belong here."