Chapter 1
I was 22 years old when I got married. My husband was 27 and just out of the military about two months, but he was still in the reserves since he had been a captain, he felt he should stay in the reserves in case his country needed him. I didn't think too much about it at the time. Two weeks after we returned from our honeymoon, two men showed up at the front door dressed in uniforms and asked for my husband. He led them into the den and closed and locked the door behind him before I could enter the room. For about 30 minutes I could hear them arguing then it got quiet. I got a little worried, but after 15 minutes they all came out of the den. My husband asked me to make some coffee for all of us and he would join us in the kitchen in about 10 minutes.
We went to the kitchen and I started the coffee. I was about to go and find my husband and ask him what was going on when one of them stood up. "I'm sorry Mrs. Foster your husband didn't introduce us before, I'm Colonel Stone and this is Major White."
"Hello, I'm Tina Foster, but please call me Tina."
I could hear my husband, Frank, coming down the hallway to the kitchen as the coffee pot beeped to tell me it was done. I went to the coffee pot to pour the four cups of coffee. My husband came into the kitchen at the time I was turning around with the tray of cups and what I saw almost made me drop the tray. My husband was standing in the doorway with his uniform on.
Frank looked straight at me and said, "I've been recalled, I have to leave right away."
Major White saw I was ready to drop the tray, "Let me take that tray for you Tina." He took the tray and placed it on the table.
"What do you mean you've been recalled?"
"Something very important has come up."
"I'm afraid it's a matter of National Security, so your husband can't tell you anymore than that Mrs. Foster." Colonel Stone interrupting my husband before he could say anything else.
"Don't worry hon, I'll be back in no time," My husband said.
I could see in his eyes that even he didn't believe that. He was just trying to calm me down.
We all sat down to drink our coffee and talk, well they drank their coffee and talked, I just sat and tried to listen. Even with my throat as dry as sand I couldn't think of drinking my coffee. I was trying to keep from crying. When they finished their coffee we all got up and headed to the front door. My husband kissed me and again told me he'd be back soon.
I went and sat on the couch and cried for the next hour. Alice a friend of mine phoned. "Tina its Alice, my husband and brother have been recalled into the service!" For a moment I couldn't say a thing. "Frank was also recalled, he left about an hour ago."
"He did? Tina since your husband is an officer he must have told you something."
"No. There were two higher ranking officers here and I don't think they would have allowed him to tell me anything. Right after they finished their coffee they all left."
"COFFEE! My husband wasn't even allowed to finish his breakfast. They ordered him to get into the truck they came in." Alice shouted into the phone.
By the end of the day everyone in town knew that 30 men in town and maybe a dozen in the surrounding area had been recalled. The radio and TV channels said nothing about it. Calls to the military bases brought an answer of "We're sorry but because of National Security we have no more information that we can tell you at this time."
After a week some hints of news started to appear in the news media. There was fighting going on in a number of countries, but their names or who was fighting who was not mentioned and there were restrictions placed on travel, mail and even phone calls outside our area. I and the others in our town had never felt so isolated before.
Three weeks after my husband left the military informed me that he had been killed in action. Alice was also informed that both her husband and brother had also been killed in action. We soon found out that 25 of the men from our town and the surrounding area had received the same information about their loved ones. The whole town was both in morning and enraged that we knew nothing about what was going on with this war or even who the enemy was! Within the next two weeks we would know more than we would want to know.
Seven months later two military tent villages appeared outside of town. One to the South and the other to the Northeast. Marshal Law was declared in town and a curfew was imposed from dawn to dusk. Military patrols were everywhere, and ID cards were issued to everyone. Anyone without their ID card who was stopped by a patrol was arrested and jailed. I was told by the base commander, because he had known my husband, that the enemy was only 20 miles away to the West, East, and South of the town. "Who is the enemy? And how long have they been in our country?" I asked.
"That Mrs. Foster I can't tell you right now, and please don't tell anyone else in town. If the people panic they might try to run and some units I don't control a little farther outside of town have orders to shoot to kill any persons trying to leave the area."
Four days later all civilians were ordered to help at the aid station that had been set up in town. Truck load after truck load of wounded soldiers arrived, many without arms and or legs. I saw no bullet wounds on any of these men, their arms or legs looked like they had been burned off. The wounds of these men looked like they were cauterized so there was little or no blood. Others with shrapnel wounds were usually too far gone to help. Still about 80% of these men would die from their wounds or shock because the medical supplies ran out before the first day had finished.
On the fifth day General Bright, the man I had talked to a week before came to the aid station. He asked most to go home and get some rest as trucks where coming to get most of the wounded. Only a few of the stronger people were asked to stay to help load the wounded on the trucks. I was going to stay, but when General Bright saw me he stopped to talk to me.
"Mrs. Foster, you need to go home and rest." The General said.
"No, General I need to help these men." I replied.
"Mrs. Foster, Tina I want you to go home I'll drive you there myself."
The General opened the front door of the car for me then he got in the driver's seat and started off. "Where's your driver General?"