Made my day

An email from a vet soldier who was in Baumholder when I was, who very much liked my novel of those surreal times, Baumholder 1961.  I don't get a lot of mail from readers, so this was really nice, esp from someone "on the inside." Made my day. Week, month ha ha.

Dedicated to Monterey Marys everywhere 

1/ Sgt. Malinowski took several steps into the Enlisted Men’s Club and stopped. He had never seen the linguists of Processing Company this drunk, this loud or this disorderly. Everyone was yelling at once, small groups trying to make their conversations heard over their loud neighbors. Someone stood on a table, his pants dropped, mooning the universe (the sergeant didn’t recognize the buttocks) while other linguists clapped and yelled catcalls.  My God, thought Malinowski. May their mothers never learn about this, or recruiting into this man’s Army would crash to a standstill. What mother would send her son to a school of drunken debauchery?

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Also in paperback format.