The final ending to 'Finding Love'. If you haven't read it you should before reading 'Finding Home'.
It was a cold and rainy day, typical for mid-winter in Gainesville. My mood was as dark and miserable as the day. I stood watching the sea of black umbrellas pass by from the covered entrance way to Mallory Hall waiting for my wife, Susan, to arrive. Finally, I spotted her bright orange and blue striped umbrella weaving its way toward me through the mass of students scurrying to their next class.
I had just finished teaching a class in calculus for my friend and mentor, Paul Jaeger, the Chairman of the Mathematics Department at the University of Florida. He had gone to Chicago with his wife to attend the christening of his second grandchild and had asked if I would take his place for a few days. I was only too happy to comply as I always enjoyed helping students with advanced mathematics.
As we met I stood under her umbrella and kissed her, saying, "I have some news for you sweetheart."
"And I have some news for you, too," she replied. "But let's get out of this rain first, I'm cold."
As we walked over to my car parked in the faculty lot I reflected on the past eighteen months of my life. I had been seriously wounded in the rescue of Susan's father from Taliban kidnapers in Afghanistan. My injuries were so serious that it would require a prolonged period of recuperation and physical therapy. John O'Hara and his wife Carol insisted I stay with them in gratitude for what I had done. It was in his home that I fell in love with his youngest daughter, Susan. After a series of rather bizarre events we were married on Christmas Day.
Since then I have been undergoing treatment and physical therapy at the Malcolm-Randall VA Hospital in preparation for return to active duty. My last evaluation revealed that I was fit to return to duty with my SEAL Team. I was dreading having to tell Susan this news.
When we were in the car heading home, Susan told me her news.
"You know I have been sick to my stomach every morning for the past week or so. This morning my sister took me in to see her doctor. Rick, you are going to be a daddy. From all indications I'm about six weeks pregnant," she said.
"Oh my God! That's wonderful. Me a father. I'm thrilled to death," I exclaimed.
The rest of the drive home was spent talking about what we needed to do to prepare for the baby. The house we were living in was in a western suburb of Gainesville about fifteen minutes from the university. It was a gift from Susan's parents for our wedding.
After pulling into the garage and entering our home we went into the living room and sat together on the sofa. Holding her in my arms and kissing her I, again, told her how happy I was with her news and asked if she knew when the baby was due. She told me the best guess was sometime in late August or early September.
Then she asked, "OK. Now what's your news?"
Sighing deeply I replied, "Sweetheart, I'm being called back to active duty. I have to report March the first."
She started crying, reached for me and hugged me tightly all the while whispering, "no . . no . . no."
The next six weeks flew by rapidly. Then it was time for me to leave. The night before as we were in bed together, she made me promise to come home in time for the birth of our son. On her last visit to the doctor the sonogram had revealed the baby was a male and we had decided to name him Frederick John Steiger (Fredrick for me and John for her father). But we both agreed we would always call him Ricky.
On March first I flew to Coronado, California to be reunited with my old SEAL team for extensive training. I had promised Susan I would call her every day to tell her what was happening. In the middle of July I was briefed on our mission.
When I called home that night I couldn't tell her what the mission was, where we were going or how long I would be gone. It was all top secret. I did promise her that after this was all over I was going to resign my commission, re-enter civilian life and never leave her again.
A week later our team was flown to a base in Israel to train with Israeli special forces. Our mission was to enter Iran and destroy a plant that was in the process of constructing a nuclear weapon.
Chapter Two
It was in late July when Rick called me and said he would be unable to get in touch with me by phone or email for quite some time. Don't worry, he told me. I'll be fine, I love you very much.
Monday, August nineteenth I received a telephone call from my mom telling me she and dad were coming over later that morning. Around eleven o'clock the bell rang at the front door and I went to answer it.
Standing at the front door was my mother and father and two men in uniform, a Navy Chaplin and a Captain.
I knew immediately that I was never going to see my husband again. He was missing and presumed dead on a mission deep in Iran. They couldn't give me any specific details on what had happened, but did tell me that according to all reports he had died a hero.
Mom and dad stayed with me for the next several days while I cried my eyes out. My sister, Patricia, and her two little girls came to the house to also help me grieve. The worst thing was I didn't even have his body to bury and to say good-bye.
On August thirtieth the telephone rang and my father answered it. After few minutes of conservation he summoned me to the phone saying, "It's the President of the United States and he wishes to speak with you."
Handing me the phone I answered, "Hello. This is Mrs, Steiger."
After he introduced himself to me he said, "Mrs. Steiger, on behalf of myself, my wife Anne and the American people I want to express my deepest sympathy on the loss of your husband. He was a true American patriot and died serving his country to make the world a safer place. I know you are about to give birth to your first child, but as soon as you are able to safely travel I would very much like you to attend a ceremony at the White House honoring your husband."
I thanked him for his kind words and thoughtfulness in speaking with me personally. He added that his office would stay in touch with me and would make all arrangements for me and my entire family to attend the ceremony at the White House.
Before ending the call he told me that he had ordered a senior naval officer, who was familiar with the mission, to personally brief me on all the particulars surrounding Rick's death. He was going to be instructed to answer any and all questions I might have to help me bring closure to my loss.
I gave the phone back to my father and fell into his arms crying uncontrollably.
"Oh daddy . . . daddy. What am I going to do. I miss him so much . . . I miss him so much. It's not fair. I loved him so much and now he is never coming home and never going to see his son."
Thursday night, September fifth I went into labor and early the next morning gave birth to my . . . our son. When I looked at him I saw he had his father's eyes, deep blue. I just knew as he grew up he would look just like his dad. That thought brought some comfort to me.
Sunday morning I took Ricky home. Mom and my sister were going to stay with me until I could get back on my feet and be able to look after him myself.
Six weeks later, on October the tenth, I had a visitor. Admiral Samuelson and two aides came to the house. They had called the day before to ask if it would be ok. I requested that my mother, father, sister and her husband be present to hear what they wanted to tell me.
Shortly after one o'clock they arrived and met with me and my family. They told me everything knew about the covert operation to destroy an Iranian nuclear weapons facility.
A joint team of U.S. Navy SEALs and Israeli special ops commandos carried out an operation on the underground weapons plant. Explosive charges were placed at several strategic points throughout the plant. As they were leaving, the team was set upon by a force of Iranian soldiers and a fierce fight took place. Rick and one of the Israeli commandos were bringing up the rear and providing cover so the rest of the team could make their escape. The team managed to get out of the facility and made their way to the extraction point. They waited for two hours for my husband and his companion to join up with them but they never showed. When the timed explosive charges detonated, destroying the entire facility, they had no choice but to leave. Because of the success of this operation a possible nuclear war in the Middle East had been adverted.
Chapter Three
On November fifth an aide to the President called to invite me and my family to attend a ceremony at the White House honoring my husband. Arrangements were made to fly us to Washington, D.C. We would fly up on Tuesday. The ceremony would be held on Wednesday the day before Thanksgiving.
Early on the morning of November twenty-sixth a limousine arrived at my home to drive my parents, sister, her husband, their two little girls, my son and me to the Jacksonville Naval Air Station for our flight to the Nation's Capital. When we arrived another limousine, with a police escort, took us to the Hay-Adams Hotel just across the street from the White House. My parents, my son and I shared a two bedroom suite over looking the White House grounds. My sister, brother-in-law and their two children had a similar suite of rooms next to ours.
