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.”“A good intel man doesn’t say much, Gage, so you’re off to good start.Best of luck to you.”The line went dead.After hanging up, Gage stared at the Mediterranean for a moment as the noonday sun began its winter drop toward the horizon.He dialed another number.“Hunter here.”“Hello, sir.”The retired officer chuckled.“Well, I heard you met with Galeena.Now, can you please tell me how the hell you’re doing?”“I’m fine, sir.In more ways than one, too.”The two men were silent, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.Finally, Gage broke the silence.“I’m here, sir, in Crete.” He let that fact sink in for a moment.“I now know, sir…I know it wasn’t my fault.Wasn’t yours either.Sometimes bad things happen in life, and all we can do is try to make up for them by doing something good.It won’t un-ring the bell, but at least it helps move things in the right direction.”Hunter cleared his throat.“Sounds like I could learn some things from you.”They spoke for a few more minutes, with Gage giving him cryptic detail on all that had happened.Afterward, the two men grew quiet.“Again, thank you, sir.Maybe we’ll speak again.”“See that we do.”“Roger out, sir.” Gage flipped the phone shut, staring at it for a moment before tossing it into the water.He then walked up the hill to the apartment building that had haunted his dreams for the past four years.Gage stared at the front window, now adorned with purple flowers in a flower box.He remembered the flash of the MK3A2 concussion grenade that had taken the lives of the two children in an instant.Somehow, over the past seven weeks, he had been able to come to grips with what had happened.There was no way he could have known, and somehow he knew, if the children were there, they would forgive him.Gage crossed the busy street, walking several blocks into the city center.He went into the bank, spending several hours there.When he left, he walked to his apartment building, taking his backpack and paying the woman in the office before giving her his key.He walked down his street, finally coming to a corner church that he had been eyeing each day as he would walk for exercise.From his pack, Gage removed an envelope adorned with the bank’s logo.He walked to the rear of the church, to the church’s small orphanage and, after passing through the gate and yard, went inside.The dilapidated orphanage was a zoo of noise and activity.Fifty or sixty brown-skinned children ate their evening meal in complete chaos.Two nuns were doing their best to keep the situation under control; they were clearly losing the battle, obviously understaffed.One nun caught his eye, looking disapprovingly at the tan-faced man with the heavy beard.Gage beckoned her from the door.When she hit him with rapid-fire Greek, Gage asked her if she could speak English.“Of course,” she responded.“Now what do you want?”“I would like to make a donation to the orphanage.”She jerked her head back slightly, undoubtedly misjudging this man’s intentions.Before she could respond, Gage handed her the envelope.“What’s your name?” she asked.“I’d rather remain anonymous.” He pointed to the envelope.“It’s a cashier’s check.I hope it helps a little.”Gage nodded respectfully, turning and exiting.He watched through the window as the nun walked to the other nun, explaining the exchange, puzzlement on her face.The nun opened the envelope and removed the check.They peered at it together.Gage laughed aloud as he watched both of their mouths go slack.He walked from the yard of the orphanage, nearly penniless, happier than he had been in years.As he reached the bus stop, he dug into his pocket and retrieved two objects: a pendant in the shape of the Greek letter Mu, which looks like the standard alphabet letter: MHe’d bought it at a silver shop in Crete and planned to carry it from now on in memory of Monika.He stared at the pendant a moment, remembering, finally raising it to his mouth and kissing it.Then Gage unfolded a photocopy of one of the final entries in Greta Morgenstern’s 1938 diary, hearing Monika’s voice as he read it…The situation here is unimaginable.Heinrich and I stayed up all night last night, discussing the atrocities, neither of us holding out much hope for the future.But diary, if I were to perish this very moment, I could do so knowing I met the man of my dreams.He is kind, he is tender, and I’m confident of his undying love for me and my child.No matter what happens, my life is complete.Gage refolded the photocopy, placing the silver M inside the folds.His eyes went skyward.He hoped Monika would be pleased with his decisions.The bus arrived; Gage boarded.In his hand was an airline ticket.His flight was due to leave in three hours, and he was certain he could find work at his destination [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”“A good intel man doesn’t say much, Gage, so you’re off to good start.Best of luck to you.”The line went dead.After hanging up, Gage stared at the Mediterranean for a moment as the noonday sun began its winter drop toward the horizon.He dialed another number.“Hunter here.”“Hello, sir.”The retired officer chuckled.“Well, I heard you met with Galeena.Now, can you please tell me how the hell you’re doing?”“I’m fine, sir.In more ways than one, too.”The two men were silent, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.Finally, Gage broke the silence.“I’m here, sir, in Crete.” He let that fact sink in for a moment.“I now know, sir…I know it wasn’t my fault.Wasn’t yours either.Sometimes bad things happen in life, and all we can do is try to make up for them by doing something good.It won’t un-ring the bell, but at least it helps move things in the right direction.”Hunter cleared his throat.“Sounds like I could learn some things from you.”They spoke for a few more minutes, with Gage giving him cryptic detail on all that had happened.Afterward, the two men grew quiet.“Again, thank you, sir.Maybe we’ll speak again.”“See that we do.”“Roger out, sir.” Gage flipped the phone shut, staring at it for a moment before tossing it into the water.He then walked up the hill to the apartment building that had haunted his dreams for the past four years.Gage stared at the front window, now adorned with purple flowers in a flower box.He remembered the flash of the MK3A2 concussion grenade that had taken the lives of the two children in an instant.Somehow, over the past seven weeks, he had been able to come to grips with what had happened.There was no way he could have known, and somehow he knew, if the children were there, they would forgive him.Gage crossed the busy street, walking several blocks into the city center.He went into the bank, spending several hours there.When he left, he walked to his apartment building, taking his backpack and paying the woman in the office before giving her his key.He walked down his street, finally coming to a corner church that he had been eyeing each day as he would walk for exercise.From his pack, Gage removed an envelope adorned with the bank’s logo.He walked to the rear of the church, to the church’s small orphanage and, after passing through the gate and yard, went inside.The dilapidated orphanage was a zoo of noise and activity.Fifty or sixty brown-skinned children ate their evening meal in complete chaos.Two nuns were doing their best to keep the situation under control; they were clearly losing the battle, obviously understaffed.One nun caught his eye, looking disapprovingly at the tan-faced man with the heavy beard.Gage beckoned her from the door.When she hit him with rapid-fire Greek, Gage asked her if she could speak English.“Of course,” she responded.“Now what do you want?”“I would like to make a donation to the orphanage.”She jerked her head back slightly, undoubtedly misjudging this man’s intentions.Before she could respond, Gage handed her the envelope.“What’s your name?” she asked.“I’d rather remain anonymous.” He pointed to the envelope.“It’s a cashier’s check.I hope it helps a little.”Gage nodded respectfully, turning and exiting.He watched through the window as the nun walked to the other nun, explaining the exchange, puzzlement on her face.The nun opened the envelope and removed the check.They peered at it together.Gage laughed aloud as he watched both of their mouths go slack.He walked from the yard of the orphanage, nearly penniless, happier than he had been in years.As he reached the bus stop, he dug into his pocket and retrieved two objects: a pendant in the shape of the Greek letter Mu, which looks like the standard alphabet letter: MHe’d bought it at a silver shop in Crete and planned to carry it from now on in memory of Monika.He stared at the pendant a moment, remembering, finally raising it to his mouth and kissing it.Then Gage unfolded a photocopy of one of the final entries in Greta Morgenstern’s 1938 diary, hearing Monika’s voice as he read it…The situation here is unimaginable.Heinrich and I stayed up all night last night, discussing the atrocities, neither of us holding out much hope for the future.But diary, if I were to perish this very moment, I could do so knowing I met the man of my dreams.He is kind, he is tender, and I’m confident of his undying love for me and my child.No matter what happens, my life is complete.Gage refolded the photocopy, placing the silver M inside the folds.His eyes went skyward.He hoped Monika would be pleased with his decisions.The bus arrived; Gage boarded.In his hand was an airline ticket.His flight was due to leave in three hours, and he was certain he could find work at his destination [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]