I was still feeling something coming as we got into our pajamas. As I moved over to the bed where Olivia lay, she smiled up at me. “It’s O.K., Denny, it really is. Everything’s going to be fine…”
That’s when Hell strode in with its sleeves rolled up.
Suddenly I smelled burning steel, burning rubber, burning oil and burning flesh. I saw my driver, SGT Washington, looking up at me, smiling.
“It’s O.K., Captain, it really is. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Then he died of his burns in my arms. |