by TarnishedPenny
As I meandered down the list of works in this tribute, your name popped out and this was the first stop for me, and your story paid me back for my expectations. Thank you! Beautiful, light, heart warming, a wonderful tribute!
Enjoyed the story and especially endorse Paul’s early comments about heroes. Just because I served and did good, I’m no hero but I know some. 4.4*
WOW!!!
What a beautiful and loving story. Like WaterWoody said, "Nice tribute" to those who served, came home, and worked hard with their demons.
Evocative
Lovely prose, descriptions, language, and intriguing personalities. Honor with a capital 'H'.
My first read in this Ogg Fest. Excellently done. You've set a high bar for the other participants to live up to.
5* from me.
Thank you! What a wonderful, uplifting creation. Amazing, praiseworthy characters, good emotions, realistic feel, job amazingly done. Easy 5 stars and thank you to the author.
Excellent story and truly 5 stars. Looking forward to reading more of your stories.
I will surely miss him.
As for this story, as an ex serviceman, just perrrrfect.
Very, very good. Needs more than 5 stars. Really liked "... gave a mental finger to my own demons".
Wonderful. Like me, every Viet Nam era veteran will recognize and appreciate this story.
Thank you.
Five Stars.
Wouldn't have known how she crawled back with that soldier while evading gunfire that she was terrified--until she shared it with her sergeant (Paul) about Hayden. You pulled the right heartstrings on this one, with that one hug after that death that overshadowed almost everything, except that connection she needed to keep it together. Makes total sense that although she respected all the guys for how they treated her, that she would remember HIM over them all and try to find him.
She got therapy before she went after Paul, and that was the right call, something more should do--which is make sure they're fixing their issues BEFORE they get into a relationship--and continue to grow and mature so they can deal with those demands properly. She demonstrated that willingness, kept trying and voila...got him.
Yep, she was a hero and she won. Well written and well done! 5
Spot on. Extremely well written. Captured the sights, sounds, and mayhem. Brings echos to the mind. 5* nowhere near enough. Thank-you.
Reading this is why I read Literotica in the first place. I am a hopeless romantic, and this filled every niche and cranny that I seek when reading Lit…
Thank you for sharing your very good tribute to Oggbashan --
sharing a moment, making it seem real, and then showing the consequences of that in the lives of the characters.
He was one of the good ones to read. You are one of my favorites.
Brilliant story, the two MC’s shine the way you’ve written them, there are one or two similarities between Kate and the medic in “Hard Landing/Wheels in Motion” but somehow you’ve made Kates character more vulnerable, but stronger and braver at the same time, which is quite frankly a hard thing to do, especially given the fact this story is far shorter than either of the other two, with a lot less word space in which to work on her character. This a quality piece of work and a lovely tribute to Ogg, it’s an easy 5⭐️ and it’s a shoe in that I’ll be back and read it again in a month or two.
Many thanks for writing and posting, cheers, Ppfzz.
Wonderfully crafted and written with unforgettable characters...and only two of them, really. I see I need to read more of your works.
WOW!
The characters are so real, I don't if the story is true, fiction, based on a true story, or some other combination of fact and fiction. I will have to read more of your work.
I don’t have much to add that hasn’t been said here. This is a wonderful story, well-written, and is a worthy tribute to Ogg, who I miss already. Thank you for honoring him in this way.
As always, thank you for writing, and thank you for sharing your work.
Although I don’t look for errors, they normally just leap out at me. In this case, the overall quality of the story is what I felt almost from the very first words. Thanks for sharing this lovely romance!
Thank you for Sharing your wonderful story. Hopefully you will add another chapter.
I actually remember some thing similar. Coming back to the world and flying with a friend back home with him. Meeting a special girl, attempting to keep her distant, telling her that she needed something more than the shame i felt for some things I had done and become. Then leaving for a place once called home but never again would be. Sitting on that plane at the gate feeling like I was leaving with something missing. As if their was a hole in my soul. Someone who could be as cold in a fight was almost crying. I called her when that plane landed told her about it. How bad as it might it was her that could fill that hole. After going back for a time of service I finally did return "home" at last. The home I would have for many years to come. Home in her arms/ Thanks for your story, it made me appreciate again that feeling. Many of us did not find that when we came home and needed it. The reason alcohol, drugs, and suicide is so high among my brothers.
Still just as good as I remembered it, although he seems to come to the realisation he loves her only after he wakes up, which seems very slightly out of step with his maintaining the “NCO/Big Brother” persona during their meet at the restaurant and again when she arrives at the flat. Maybe her letting her guard down allows him to do the same, but whatever changed his mind isn’t written and we have to guess. Cheers, Ppfzz.
Another masterpiece!
Amazing to me that very good story telling still attracts quibbles from folks who couldn't write as well themselves.
5*****
A good story of love and sacrifice and war and discipline, character and trying to fit in. The woman in your story is an exceptional one. Her dedication to doing her job in the face of the ultimate sacrifice was done well. The sex scene at the end was unnecessary but it sort of fit. 5 stars.
Thank you for the truth and beauty. The truth of war and the terror and the hard work and commitment it demands, and the grief and soul damage it creates.
And the beauty of a moment of deep humanity in the midst of such hell, even over the cost of worrying how to live and act for the other in the midst of a moment when it would be easy to act to feed selfish desires.
And thank you that both truth and beauty can last in memory over years. That the truth of the work it takes to untangle the knot of confusion and grief and demand and failure and recreating the self after such emptiness and chaos and the beauty of life reborn as the work is concluded.
The willingness to sacrifice is a holy calling; honoring that willingness and the sacrifices is its echo.
You have honored both.
I have often thought of saying the only cure I know of for PTSD is a good woman. Never say it though, people would think I'm weird.
And here is the mirror image.