Tagalong

By Jean Chase

I tried to tell the Colonel that I'd had too much of my Old Man's fanatic religion pounded into me to ever be a good "sniper". The Colonel didn't listen any more than my Old Man ever listened.I'll never forget that first Nazi I shot. It's strange---it's not the sight of the bullet exploding his face---it was the SPLAT sound he made when he hit the ground.I shot so many Nazis that every damned night it's another nightmare---another SPLAT.And now, Lieutenant Pierson has started hassling me about a missing teenager in spite of his partner, Sergeant Ashley Buehler's protests . I tried to tell Pierson that the girl was an infant when I did yard work as a teenager for the girl's father, Coach Hank Cameron .So, I take the dog, Tagalong and go camping again and spend a few quiet---peaceful days in the foothills.I don't know if it is the camping---but it never worked before---it must be that dog. Tag keeps close by my side. He's more comfort than most people I've ever met."I don't believe it!"If I had a nightmare last night, I don't remember it. I thought sure I'd dream about that young girl that's missing, but I don't remember dreaming anything about that.In fact, I don't remember dreaming.God---is that it? Am I losing my mind? Forgetting everything?Why can't I remember if I had a nightmare about that girl last night?Why would I want to remember it if I did?

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1482684977
• ISBN13: 9781482684971
• Release Date: April 2013
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 206 Pages
• Weight: 0.63 lbs.
• Dimensions: 8.0" x 0.5" x 5.0"