Spring 1945 – What Use in Peace the Skills Learned in War?

 

Jasmine Egypt wiped the razor clean on Stockbridge’s shirt tail. She folded it carefully and stowed it within one of the mink tails that fringed her wrap. She composed her face. She offered her hands to me. She said, “I’m done. And so is he. Take me away.”

I motioned that she could lower her arms. I said, “I am not with the military and I do not care about him. I need your help in hunting something that does not walk on two feet. It does not care about the War or human laws. I believe it almost killed you in 1943. I believe I can give you the chance to strike back. Perhaps, when we are done, you will be able to sleep through the night once again.”