The Spirit of Romance: And Other Stories

By Michael W. Elliott

The Spirit of Romance is a collection of fifteen unrelated short stories. They were written over a number of years and originated from a variety of sources of inspiration.
The over riding inspiration for the stories came from my all encompassing belief in the resilience and strength of the human spirit and heart. The fact that I am a hopeless romantic also had a great deal to do with the creation of my characters and their situations.
In each story I attempted to take ordinary people and place them in extraordinary situations. I hoped to illustrate the awesome magnificence of the human spirit and the mighty power of true love.
How the spirit of love, whether it be the love a father has for his son or the bond between soulmates can survive even death.
Within its pages you will find ghosts of both a congenial and malevolent nature. You will discover children being given magical gifts. You will find enchanted potions, magical spells and supernatural intervention.
I chose the name of the book, based not only on one of the storys titles, but my strong belief in the spirit of romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483683461

Michael W. Elliott

Mike Elliott graduated from the University of Akron with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Mass Media Communication, with emphasis on Journalism. He also has a minor in Sociology. It was while attending the university that his writing career officially started by being a staff writer for two university newspapers. Mike is a great admirer of Rod Serling. He credits a quote from Rod as being the major influence in his writing. “I like to take ordinary people and put them in extraordinary situations.” This sums up Mike’s writing philosophy. While the actual ideas for his stories come from a variety of sources, Mike firmly asserts the characters come from within his heart claiming there is a lot of himself in each of his characters. Mike describes himself as a hopeless romantic and aspires for these sentiments to come out in his characters. Mike was born in Akron, Ohio and raised in Willoughby, Ohio, before returning to Akron. He now resides in Hershey, Pennsylvania. He has a daughter, Crystal Renee, who was the inspiration for everything he has done since the day she was born. Mike’s passions include music, sports, stamp collecting, films, classic television, and animals.

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Copyright © 2013 by Michael W. Elliott.

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Rev. date: 08/23/2013

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CONTENTS

My Magic

A young child has an imaginary Power but is it really imaginary?

Danielle’s War

The story of a French woman’s ill fated romances during the Second World War.

The Gift

A distraught divorcee’s life is suddenly ended tragically but as a result he is given the gift of a lifetime!

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

A story of a little girl who finds an old mirror at a yard sale. The treasure turns out to be a greater gift than she could ever have imagined!

Nightmare at Passion Slopes

A romantic ski vacation is interrupted by an uninvited and unwelcome third party whose appearance changes not only their vacation, but their lives!

A Special Blend

A bartender enjoys giving his patrons a cup of coffee before they leave. This special blend seems to have some unique qualities!

Bandits at 13:00

A young gunner on a WWII B-17 is grounded for seeing phantom fighters. Is it simply combat fatigue, or something else?

A Lapse of Memory

The saga of an undercover espionage team and their commitment to their work and each other; devotion so strong that one of them is willing to die for the other…twice.

Thelma

A WWII Fighter pilot is reunited, years after the war, with his beloved aircraft and the perpetrator of its destruction!

The Love of an Angel

A distraught widower is confronted by his guardian angel that shows him that there are things worth living for and that love can survive… even death.

Pixels from Heaven

A lonely woman is introduced to an online game and gets a little too involved with her new world.

A Rose for Christopher

A woman’s trips to her fiancée’s grave are the cause of some unexpected and unsettling feelings.

A Reunion of Sorts

Two aged WWII adversaries are coincidentally reunited in the same place but under dramatically different circumstances.

The Spirit of Romance

A divorced mother and her eight year old daughter are visited by an old family friend. This old friend shows the mother the true spirit of romance!

The Legacy of Old Man Peterson

The leading character in a writer’s latest book proves to be just a bit too real…and objects to his depiction!

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my beautiful daughter Crystal Renee Elliott who has been the inspiration for everything I have ever done since the day she was born.

Special Thanks to

My beloved parents Edwin and Isabel Elliott

to whom I owe everything.

Lori Parsons who showed me the true spirit of romance.

Monna Robinson May for her continuous support, encouragement and belief in my abilities.

David Binkley who initially convinced me I could write.

To all my friends over the years, too numerous to mention but they know who they are, who never gave up on their belief in me and have been a constant source of encouragement.

Cover artwork courtesy of Bartek Ambrozik and from an original drawing by Charles Lebrun

Cover digitally enhanced by Paul May

MY MAGIC

It seems like since the day she was born, seven years ago, Jodi has been blessed with an incredible sense of imagination. Whether this gift originated from her fascination with the Disney animated classics, which she has always adored, or simply from a very active mind I could never determine. What ever its origins were, this virtue was absolutely a true joy to behold. All children may have vivid imaginations, but Jodi’s was indeed something special.

Over her brief seven years on this planet, my daughter Jodi has developed and nurtured, on her own, what she affectionately refers to as ‘my magic’. It is the term she coined to describe a quaint little personality trait, a derivative of her wonderful imagination, that enables her to cope with life’s daily set backs; those frustrations unique to a seven year old girl.

Jodi has a talent of modifying this gift to fit each individual situation as it occurred. I find it simply adorable and I thank the ghost of Disney for its origins. I never discouraged her from using it. Being a writer myself, I have always valued a good imagination, but never dreamed of using it so creatively.

We might be at an especially slow traffic light. Jodi would notice my impatience growing. She would then get that special twinkle in her eye.

I’ll get it to change daddy, I’ll use my magic!

When the light would then change, which it always seemed to do, she would get such a feeling of personal accomplishment. She would know for certain in her heart that she was the cause of it. She took her ‘talent’ very seriously. I would always let her glow in her triumph.

It was Saturday, my day off. I decided to make it yet another father and daughter day out. This has been a tradition that was always special to both of us.

I woke Jodi up early and we enjoyed breakfast together. I have never been much of a cook but Jodi always praised my blueberry pancakes and never got tired of eating them.

We cleaned up the dishes and then sat down to enjoy some television together. We laughed at the Saturday morning cartoons. I don’t care how old you are, Bugs Bunny is always hilarious, especially when you watch him with a seven year old.

We then got dressed and went to an afternoon movie. It was a Disney film of course, surprisingly one neither of us had ever seen.

We both thoroughly enjoyed the film. I made a point of telling her not to fill up on popcorn because after the movie we were going to her favorite restaurant for a nice lunch together. He little eyes lit up with excitement and I must admit so did mine.

We arrived at the restaurant and were immediately met by a hostess and seated. The restaurant was moderately busy but by no means crowded. The hostess brought us our water and menus and promised a waitress would be by shortly to take our orders. She never defined ‘shortly’.

Jodi and I glanced at the menus a number of times. We eventually decided on our favorite entrees. We continued to comment on how wonderful the movie was. No waitress was in sight.

We then talked about what a beautiful day it was. Jodi must have thanked me a hundred times for taking her to see the movie. Still no waitress.

It had been about fifteen minutes and we were both getting a bit impatient not to mention hungry! No waitress anywhere. I looked at Jodi and shrugged my shoulders.

I sure don’t understand what is taking her so long; it’s not really that busy. The service is usually much quicker here. I’m sorry it’s taking so long sweetheart.

Jodi sat patiently, handling the delay much better than I was. We continued to wait. No waitress. Seeing my look of frustration, Jodi winked at me. I could tell there was some activity going on inside that seven year old brain of hers. She then initiated that special glimmer in her eye. She smiled and spoke as proudly as if she had just won the Nobel Prize.

Time for my magic daddy, I will get us a waitress.

I grinned, and of course just humored her. She sat back quietly and that twinkle in her eye appeared again. That was the indication that she was using her magic.

I chuckled and just enjoyed the moment. Within seconds, out of no where, a waitress did appear. Jodi and I just smiled. My happiness was from the simple joy of being her father, while hers was from the accomplishment of solving the problem.

Works every time daddy!

I marveled at my daughter’s ingenuity and imagination. I couldn’t help but wonder what part, if any, my genes actually had to do with it.

After a wonderful lunch we returned home. We talked about what a wonderful day it had been. We finally settled on the couch and decided to watch some television together.

An hour passed and I glanced over at Jodi noticing her eye lids appeared to be getting heavy. I continued to watch her as she eventually dozed off. I finally nudged her shoulder and suggested she get ready for bed and she agreed. She got up, went to her bedroom and changed for bed. A few minutes later I heard her voice from the bedroom

Daddy, I’m all ready for bed, would you come up and read me a story please?

Delighted with the request I told her I would be right up. I turned off the television and walked into her room. Seeing that she was already snuggled comfortably in her bed I decided not to turn on the bright over head light but just use the small reading lamp on her night stand.

I switched on the lamp and the light came on for a few seconds, and then went off. We both looked at the lamp with puzzled expressions. I tried to switch it on again. The light once again came on for a few seconds then went out. Jodi sat up and grabbed my arm gently.

Silly light. Its ok daddy, I’ll use my magic.

I couldn’t help but laugh. She stared at the lamp for a moment then that special twinkle appeared in her eyes. She asked me to try the light again. I switched the light on and the bulb illuminated again, only this time it remained on. Jodi’s face lit up as bright as the lamp’s. She had such a sense of accomplishment. I made a mental note to check the chord for a short.

Now that we finally had a steady light she selected a charming story about a princess who was granted one wish. The princess chose to meet a handsome prince and they lived happily ever after.

We closed the book. As was our tradition after reading a story, we would discuss the meaning of it. We proceeded to have a wonderful discussion about wishes.

I asked her if she were that princess, what she would have wished for. She thought long and hard for a moment. It was so adorable to see her with her little fist below her chin pondering the question.

Daddy, if I had one wish, I would wish to have a dolphin for a pet. I so love dolphins they are so cute. I would love to have one for a pet and swim with him in our pool.

I could envision her swimming in our back yard pool with her pet dolphin. I sat for a moment and recalled what it was like to have the imagination of a child. I laughed as I thought to myself; it would have to be a small dolphin.

That would be a wonderful wish sweetheart. I said, giving her a hug.

Jodi then looked at me and asked me the same question.

Daddy, if you had only one wish, what would you wish for?

I thought about the question and gave her a sincere answer.

Well sweetheart, you know how daddy likes to play his piano?

She nodded enthusiastically.

Well if I could have one wish, I would wish I could play really good, like a concert pianist and play all those beautiful classical pieces. I would so enjoy that.

Jodi smiled.

That would be really wonderful daddy! That’s a great wish too! Well I’m really getting sleepy now so I’m going to sleep now. Thank you so much for reading the story with me. I really liked it! I love you daddy! Goodnight.

I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

I really liked it too sweetheart. Goodnight, I love you too!

I turned off the light and walked quietly out of the room. I closed the door and walked downstairs, still chuckling over the image of Jodi swimming with her dolphin in her little pool.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cold drink from the refrigerator. I decided to try to find something interesting on television. After flipping through the channels three times without success I gave up and turned the television off.

I had an electric piano in the den which I enjoyed playing for relaxation. I thought I would play for a few minutes before retiring.

I have never had a single music lesson in my life. I can’t read a note of music which severely hinders my ability to play. I could only tinker at simple melodies I picked up by ear. I certainly have limited talent, but I do enjoy playing so I turned the keyboard on and started to play.

Much to my amazement I found myself playing a beautiful Beethoven piano sonata! This was a piece that I had always loved, but could never even dream of trying to play. There was an obvious miscommunication between my fingers and my brain, not to mention my talent level.

I immediately withdrew my hands from the keys and stepped back. I had never played anything like this in my life and had no idea how I was playing it now.

I checked my arms and hands to see if they were the same ones I had started the day with. Satisfied that they were, I returned to the keyboard, almost afraid to touch them.

I once again put my fingers on the keys and before I realized what was happening, I found my self playing an incredible selection from Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos.

I jumped back in astonishment. My heart was racing. I don’t know who is playing this but it certainly wasn’t me! It couldn’t have been me! I don’t have the training, or the talent to even think of playing something this complex.

After playing a perfect rendition of Scott Joplin’s ‘The Entertainer’, a very difficult piece for even an accomplished musician, I had to stop. I was almost to the point of actually being scared.

I studied my right hand before placing it back on the keyboard. Without realizing it, I played an incredible arpeggio and then did the same with my left. What was going on here? This can’t be me playing, but logic took over. It had to be me; there was no one else in the room.

I sat down, trembling like a leaf. I tried to rationalize this strange occurrence unsuccessfully. My concentration was broken when I noticed Jodi standing silently at the door.

Why did you stop playing daddy, I was enjoying it. You are playing really good tonight!

I looked at her dumbfounded.

That’s just it sweetheart, I can’t play this good. I don’t understand how I’m doing this honey.

Jodi just smiled with that special twinkle in her eye. She walked over to me and gave me a hug.

Oh daddy I can explain it. You told me your one wish would be to play piano really good, so I just used my magic. You know it works every time! Goodnight daddy, I love you!

THE END

DANIELLE’S WAR

Hey Mac, you in or out? C’mon, some of us want to play cards here. I owe these clowns a lot of money! I got to start winning here. I need your money worse than you do. Besides, we can’t hold the war up for ever, now let’s get moving.

Sergeant Thomas Stanson looked anxiously at the Lieutenant whose mind was obviously elsewhere. The sergeant looked at his friend only as the player whose daydreams were currently holding up the game.

You want to day dream go to your tent, we’re playing cards here Mac… Sir.

Stanson added the last appellation as an after thought, remembering the Lieutenant did out rank him.

Lieutenant Mike McGarret, or Mac to his friends, had other things on his mind tonight besides playing poker.

The subject of his current train of thought was the beautiful young French waitress he had met the other night while in town. Her face had never left his mind since they first met that night. Poker just didn’t seem important at the moment. Meeting her really put things in perspective for him.

McGarret and a group of his friends were in town the other night having some beers and stumbled in a local café. Mike and the waitress just hit it off immediately. They talked every chance they got that evening. There was a sparkle in her eyes like none he had ever seen before.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched her during the evening confidently determining she seemed interested in him as well.

She had seemed so out of place in that sleazy French tavern. Mike was entranced by her wonderful French accent, and her long black hair.

Danielle was instantly attracted to his brilliant ice blue eyes and charming demeanor. He was the perfect gentleman, destroying all her per conceived notions of American men. This attracted her to him like a magnet.

Mike momentarily snapped out of his dream world discovering all the eyes at the table were on him.

Yeah Stanson, I’m in.

The Lieutenant replied half heartedly. Stanson looked at him and laughed.

Didn’t mean to interrupt your fantasy sir. We could do this night if it would be more convenient for you. Stanson said sarcastically.

He was enjoying this rare opportunity to harass his friend and superior.

You still thinking about that dame you met the other night? Be serious Mac, what’s a classy dame like her going to see in a G.I. like you?

Mike laughed enjoying the good natured barbs and deciding to get a few in himself.

"I don’t know, there’s something about her. She is… well you saw her Sarge. You blame me? They sure don’t have anything like her back in Illinois!

Anyways, a guy needs something to take his mind off this damn war. I get tired of looking at your ugly mug every day. Just deal the cards."

Stanson shook his head and laughed as the game continued. Mike’s mind was only half way on the cards, the other half thinking about Danielle.

Over the next seven months Mike continued to see Danielle every opportunity he got. When he was on leave, or could get away from the base, they became inseparable. There was an incredible attraction between them.

He would go into town and they would take long walks in the country and talk. They would see movies or go out to eat.

She would invite him to her home and cook marvelous dinners for them. Afterwards they would sit on her porch and gaze at the stars hovering over the midnight French sky until the wee hours of the morning.

They talked, agreeing on practically every subject that came up. Mike was glad her English was excellent because he wasn’t very fluent in French. He enjoyed her occasional French lessons. He found her accent irresistible.

They made plans for after the war. There was an unspoken agreement that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. They rapidly fell hopelessly in love. Danielle was enthralled at meeting such a charming gentle American, so different from the French men she had been used to serving.

Mike totally enamored with not only her beauty but her grace. To meet such an angel in the midst of a war zone was unbelievable to him. This was not something he was planning on or looking for, it was something that just happened.

He thought it strange that all those years back in Illinois, all the dances and social events he would attend, he never found a girl that grabbed his attention. Now, in the middle of a war, thousands of miles from home, he met the woman of his dreams.

She was simply perfect in his eyes, privately she agreed. She had never felt this way about anyone before, nor had Mike.

Their love grew deeper and stronger with each passing day. Mike would come over to her home every chance he got. He would always bring fresh cut flowers or candy and Danielle continued to be impressed.

They would spend the day together dreaming of wonderful plans after this horrid war was over.

His dreams rapidly became her dreams. Being with her made him forget he was even in the war.

After the war they would go to the states and be married. They had even talked about raising a family back in Illinois.

He told her all about the states and about Illinois. He bragged about the wonderful buildings and sights, the people and ways of America. She was so excited about her future. Going to America and marrying Mike and living in this wonderful place called Illinois.

Her every thought lingered on her wonderful American solider Mike and his of getting through this war alive to be with her.

The war continued to get in the way of their love affair. Enemy troop movements in the area were increasing, complicating the responsibilities of Mike’s unit.

The Germans had been trying to figure out the strategy the allies were using. Their efforts were unrewarded as the Americans continued to gain ground. German units were being pushed back daily. This was something they had to put an end to.

It was the job of Mike’s outfit to monitor not only their own movements but the counter movements of the Germans. They analyzed German troop movements and suggested counter strategies.

His outfit was not so much a combat outfit but rather an intelligence group. They surveyed, they watched, they monitored the movements and planned accordingly. It was more of a chess game than a war game.

When the Americans moved, Mike’s group would watch the German’s reactions and organized appropriate strategies and counter attacks picking out areas of enemy vulnerability.

Mike’s superior, Major Kevin Goldstone over saw the entire operation. It was his decisions that determined what strategic choices were made. He was the king, Mike and the troops under him were merely the pawns. Plans that would affect thousands of allied troops were organized under Goldstone.

It had been a tough week for the unit. Goldstone’s personal aide had been shot and killed by a sniper while on an errand. The Major was finding the Company’s paperwork getting behind. This caused intolerable delays in getting information out.

He had requisitioned for a replacement but those were hard to come by. Mike had been helping in the office but found him self getting behind in his regular duties. He had never imagined him self as a desk jockey. He hated being cooped up behind a desk but they all did what they had to do to make the unit function.

It was a Tuesday morning when a jeep pulled up to Goldstone’s tent. Mike was having a cigarette standing outside when it arrived.

He immediately noticed the general stars on the bumper. He didn’t know exactly who the passengers were, but he noticed that one of their collars was also decorated with general stars. Puzzled he knew it had to be something important for them to be coming up this far.

Two officers, a general and a major, walked towards him. They acknowledged him briefly with a stiff salute, then walked deliberately into the tent without saying a word.

Mike knew what ever was going on in the tent wouldn’t involve him so he walked down to the mess hall for some coffee. While walking to the tent he wondered what could be so important around here to command a personal visit from a general.

Forty five minutes passed and after three cups of coffee, Mike returned to Goldstone’s tent. He noticed the closed door meeting was still in session.

He paced the outside of the tent. The general’s driver sat patiently in the jeep. Mike walked over to the jeep. He was nervous about the General’s unexpected visit and what role he might play in it. He lit a cigarette trying to relax.

What’s your name Corporal?

The driver started to stand up.

Sit down Corporal, at ease.

The soldier sat back down.

I’m Corporal Park sir. Jeremy Park.

Well Corporal Park, I’m Lieutenant McGarret. I don’t imagine you would have any idea why you just drove a General all the way up here would you?

The driver took a long drag from his cigarette and shrugged his shoulders.

No sir I don’t.

Mark nodded.

Neither do I Corporal.

Mark wondered what in the world they could be talking about. They had been in there for over an hour. He had a bad feeling about it knowing generals do not go into the field simply to catch up with their troops.

Mike decided to go back to his tent and get some sleep until the dust settled.

Corporal, I will be in my quarters if they ask for me.

Yes sir.

Mike walked back to his tent completely unaware that today would change his life. He collapsed on his bunk and was asleep within minutes.

Lieutenant, sir?

Mike was awaken by a private standing at attention by his cot. He wiped his eyes and returned the Private’s salute. He stood up and addressed the young soldier.

At ease Private. What do you need?

Sir, you are to go to the office immediately, orders from Major Goldstone sir.

Mike nodded.

That will be all private, thank you.

He lit a cigarette and walked back towards the office. He had a feeling he was going to end up involved in this some how. Now he wanted to know just what role was written for him.

He arrived back at the tent and was immediately waved in by the Major who was still accompanied by the general and another officer. Mike could tell by the looks on their faces that this wasn’t a social visit.

Major Goldstone spoke first.

Come in Lieutenant. This is General Stafford and Major Green.

Mike saluted the two officers. They both nodded and returned his salute.

"Sit down Lieutenant. We have a situation here. As you know my new aide is scheduled to arrive sometime this week. Well it has come to our attention the Germans are aware of this. They have implemented a plan to replace him with one of theirs.

It is their intentions to have this spy infiltrate our unit as my aide and get any information he can. He will somehow report it back regularly. As you well know, there is a lot of information here they would simply love to have.

At first we thought it a simple solution to just intercept this guy and put an end to it but then we came to the conclusion we could actually take advantage of this situation."

Mike sat silently, wondering how he would fit into all of this. He was about to find out. General Stafford turned to Mike and studied him for a moment.

Lieutenant, if we could provide the Germans with wrong information it would totally disrupt their operations. They would act on this false information and, since we would know exactly the information they have, we could intercept them with ease. Are you with me so far?

Mike was intrigued by the plan, still wondering where he fit in.

Yes sir.

"Good. Now what we have before us the perfect scenario to do just that. We fully intend on allowing this guy into the outfit. To make the plan seem even more attractive to them we have come up with another nice little touch.

If the Germans thought your superior officer were killed that would leave them to believe the unit was in disarray. This would open the door for their man to come in and basically, as an aide, have easier access to the information they are so desperate for. What they won’t know is that the information we give them will be totally incorrect."

Mike looked at him and continued to wonder just what his role was intended to be in all of this.

Major Goldstone picked up the explanation.

This kraut has never seen me so he doesn’t know what I look like. You will impersonate me long enough for the guy to feel comfortable with the situation. Show him around, make him feel at home. Then we will stage your untimely demise. This will set the rest of the plan in motion.

Mike couldn’t help but dwell on the ‘untimely demise’ part of the plan. He continued to listen as General Stafford continued.

The major tells me you are a good soldier Lieutenant he personally recommended you for this assignment and I trust his judgment. I’m sure we can count on you.

Mike stood silently.

Thank you sir.

The general then nodded his approval.

Now here is your uniform.

The officer handed Mike a Major’s uniform and they saluted. Major Goldstone seemed pleased.

"I will be leaving this afternoon. We expect our, friend to arrive sometime tomorrow afternoon. You will appear to be in charge. You will assume this position in the morning.

For all practical purposes, you will be me. Upon his arrival you will get to know this man, study his characteristics, his every move, and gain his trust.

Obviously our operations will change some because of his presence. We want to make information very assessable to him, incorrect information of course. He will settle in and gain confidence.

On Friday you will be picked up by a corporal in a jeep at fourteen hundred hours. You will ride out of camp with him and not return.

We will then tell the kraut of your untimely demise as a result of an ambush. We want to be sure our friend honestly believes you are dead.

At this point we will tell the kraut that he is to keep things running until we can arrange for a new CO to come in. He will be free to gather all the information he can, knowing he temporally has no direct supervision. He will like this idea I’m sure."

Mike just shook his head.

I’m sure he will sir. I have one question sir. After… well after my death, where do I go sir?

The general stepped up.

"Don’t worry about that now Lieutenant it will all be handled in time.

It should go without saying that what we have discussed here will remain in this room. Is that totally understood Lieutenant?"

Mike looked at the general and nodded

Yes sir!

Major Goldstone nodded.

That is all for now Lieutenant.

The three men saluted and Mike returned to his quarters. The thought of working with a kraut bothered him, it would any American soldier. Just what were their plans for him? The plan sounded feasible but he was apprehensive about his role in it. What was this war coming to he thought.

His thoughts turned to Danielle. He had leave tonight and all he could think about was seeing her. How would these new plans affect their relationship? What was he going to tell her? What was he allowed to tell her? This was never explained to him. It was just like the army to screw up the only good thing he had going for him.

Mike took a short nap. He was exhausted, more from stress than anything else. He was nervous about this new detail. It wasn’t any danger that bothered him; it was what affect it would have on his relationship with Danielle that worried him. She was all he had and he wasn’t going to lose her.

He grabbed some food at the mess hall, showered and cleaned up. He had arranged to meet Danielle at a café in town. He couldn’t wait to see her.

He took the bus to town then walked over to the café. He spotted Danielle sitting at one of the small tables under a canopy in front of the café. She looked radiant as usual. She smiled as he walked over to her. She stood up and ran over to him. They embraced and kissed passionately before sitting down.

They both ordered coffee and spent a silent moment just staring into each others eyes. Mike realized at this moment just how important she had become to him. He was struggling with what he was going to tell her tonight.

He wasn’t sure what he even should tell her much less what he was actually allowed to. Danielle picked up his apprehension immediately.

You look like something is on your mind sweetheart, what is it? Are you alright?

Mike smiled. He was impressed with her intuition but confused about how to respond to it. He took a sip of his coffee, thought for a moment, then nodded at her.

Yeah, I’m good thanks. I’m with you honey, how could I be anything but good.

Her smile warmed his heart like it always did. He pondered what to say next. He wanted to be honest with her. He scrounged up what diplomacy he could.

I got some interesting news yesterday honey. Looks like I’m going to be running things for a while.

Danielle responded with a confused expression.

What do you mean running things?

Mike reached over and took her hand as much for his comfort as for hers.

Well, the CO is going to be leaving for a while and he personally chose me to step in for him in his absence. I’ll be running the outfit while he’s gone!

He tried to sound as positive as he could.

Danielle’s eyes lit up.

Oh Michael that is wonderful! I’m so proud of you! Could this lead to a promotion for you?

Mike just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

I don’t know if that is their actual intentions but who knows how the Army works. I just do as I’m told. We’ll see I guess.

Danielle squeezed his hand.

I’m so excited for you honey! It’s about time they realized your potential sweetheart.

They finished their coffee, never letting go of each others hand. Mike wanted to forget about the new assignment for the night and just enjoy what little time he had with Danielle.

They proceeded to have another wonderful romantic evening together. They ate a nice dinner at the café and enjoyed an hour of small talk. After dinner they took in a movie. The couple then went on a nice long walk.

It was getting late and Mike had to get back to the base. Danielle walked with him to where he caught the bus.

The pressure of what this new assignment might bring him, combined with the worry of not seeing Danielle was weighing heavily on him. Mike was uncertain about his immediate future and felt he should say something to Danielle. He owed her the truth but wasn’t sure about how much of it he could share with her. He had to tell her something.

Honey, I’m not sure of what all this involves so I guess I’m trying to say I’m not sure when I will be able to see you again.

Danielle just smiled and took his hand.

"I understand sweetheart. Just always remember I will always be here for you. I will wait for you how ever long it takes honey. I love you more than life itself.

We will see each other again soon I’m certain of it. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I will wait for you for ever. I know you will see me when you can. Nothing could ever change what we have Michael."

Mike found needed reassurance in her words. The once again embraced and kissed passionately.

The bus finally arrived and pulled to a stop. They gave each other one final kiss and gazed silently, passionately into each other’s eyes.

Mike boarded the bus and sat by a window in the back. He sat alone with his thoughts. He watched Danielle wave to him and blow him a kiss. He absorbed her incredible smile as the bus pulled away. He locked this memory deep within his heart, safe from any tampering.

He had always hated uncertainty and his future was now very uncertain. It troubled him beyond words. The only thing certain to him now was his love for Danielle and his determination not to lose her.

Mike woke up at O six hundred hours and had to remember to put on the Major’s uniform instead of his own. He had to chuckle as he looked in the mirror. He thought the uniform looked pretty good on him, he could get used to wearing this.

He walked over to HQ picking up a cup of coffee on the way. He walked into the office and surveyed his new work environment. Major Goldstone was going to call him and discuss his schedule for the day. He lit a cigarette and stared out the window waiting for the phone to ring.

He glanced at some papers on the desk and learned the new aide was scheduled to arrive today at noon. This should be interesting he thought, working with a German spy. He inwardly wondered how he would react to working along side a man he knew to be the enemy. Nothing in boot camp or officer’s training had prepared him for this.

Mike took a sip from his coffee and the phone rang, it was Major Goldstone.

"Good morning Lieutenant. I don’t have to tell you what a delicate situation this is. I can’t stress enough the importance of what we are asking you to do.

You will be working with a German spy. Now we know who he is but he doesn’t know we know. You must be discreet and professional at all times. We don’t want to lose this pigeon, at least not yet. We want our friend to feel comfortable, make him feel right at home Lieutenant.

I left you all the information you will need to handle the first phase of this. We’re going to feed this rat all the information he could possibly want. He will relay this information back to German intelligence. This is exactly what we want him to do. This information will, of course, be incorrect. He will unknowingly lead the Germans right to us.

This could be a gold mine for us Lieutenant so get to know this guy. I want you to learn his personality traits, and become his friend. Report back to me each evening."

Mike took a nervous drag from his cigarette.

The next phase of this operation will take place Friday. A jeep will come to pick you up at fourteen hundred hours. At that point you will be given further instructions. Do you understand this Lieutenant?

Mike acknowledged the Major and hung up the phone. He had an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. For some reason he wasn’t comfortable with any of this.

He straightened up the desk, paced around the office for a while then just stared blankly out the door. He was deep in though.

What was this second phase the Major kept referring to and what would be his role in it? If they staged his death, what about Danielle? How would all of this affect their relationship? When would he be able to see her again? What if he were transferred how could he reach her. He tried to block these thoughts out of his mind. He would need full concentration to pull this off.

The hours passed and noon was arriving quickly. He walked slowly down to the mess hall for more coffee pondering what lies ahead. Returning to his desk he sat and waited for the new arrival. His wait was a short one.

Within a few minutes a jeep pulled in front of the HQ tent with two men in it; a driver and a new man with a briefcase in the passenger seat. The passenger was wearing the uniform of an American army Corporal. The sight didn’t sit well with him, knowing the reality of the situation. Mike stood up and walked to the door to greet the new arrival. He took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy.

He studied the man as he approached. He was young, maybe twenty four years old. The man had blonde hair and blue eyes and was rather on the slender side.

Mike wondered where the Gerries had gotten the uniform. He unfortunately had a pretty good idea of the uniform’s origin and blocked the thought of a man having to die for it. His determination to make this plot succeed increased with the thought.

Thoughts of just pulling out his pistol and shooting the bastard on sight had to be repressed. Mike forced a smile as the corporal saluted his new commanding officer.

Corporal James Hunter reporting for duty sir!

Mike’s first impression was how well the guy spoke English… this guy is good he thought. Mike reluctantly returned the salute.

"At ease Corporal Hunter, come in. I’m Major Kevin Goldstone. I will be your commanding officer while you are in this unit soldier.

You are my aide and will assist me in the daily operations of this unit. You will do as I tell you and get things done in a timely manner. We need to operate as a team to make this unit work. Was all of this explained to you corporal?"

The corporal nodded his head.

Yes sir!

Mike just looked at the German with inward contempt. Rotten Kraut bastard he thought. Mike showed the corporal around the office explaining his duties.

He answered all the Corporal’s many questions. He felt the fact that the soldier was asking so many questions was a good sign. It showed he felt comfortable and eager. It was all he could do to answer them with a straight face, but he did. Everything seemed to be falling into place nicely.

He kept looking at his side arm and thinking how easy it would be to just waste the kid right there. He had lost some close friends in the war and to have to work with a German was proving to be difficult emotionally.

Do you have any more questions Corporal?

The man shook his head.

Good, then start off by sorting through this duty roster. I need the names of officers on duty today so get to it.

The corporal took a seat at the desk and studied the stack of papers on it. Mike needed to get away for a few minutes and collect his thoughts.

I’m getting some coffee Corporal. I will expect that completed when I get back.

Mike walked to the mess tent struggling with his thoughts. His mind kept drifting back to Danielle and when he would see her again. The new Majors uniform wasn’t feeling so good on him anymore.

He kept the Corporal busy for the rest of the day with various menial tasks. He made a point of showing the man file cabinets where the unit’s field observation studies were kept.

He repeatedly told him the importance of maintaining their confidentiality. He knew the kraut would be interested in that.

Corporal Hunter just followed Mike around taking it all in silently. Mike knew that inside the Corporal’s mind he had to be salivating, stupid bastard he thought.

Mike relieved the Corporal and told him his first day was over. They saluted and Corporal Hunter went to his quarters leaving Mike alone in the office.

He sat at his desk and felt the first meeting went well. The German now knew where they kept the information he wanted and it was just a matter of time before he started accessing it.

Inwardly Mike couldn’t hold back a deceitful smile. False information had replaced the accurate data that had occupied those filing cabinets. It had all been preplanned and was ready for the aide to start his mission.

The next three days went uneventfully. Mike kept the Corporal busy but made sure he also gave him some time alone in the office. He knew the German couldn’t do anything with him there so he was frequently away from the office.

The two men actually got along quite well. Mike found the kid intelligent and could tell why the krauts chose him for the assignment. He was bright, good looking and obviously a good soldier.

Friday was approaching and Mike’s mind turned to the events that would take place that day. All he knew was that a jeep would pick him up at fourteen hundred hours and he would then go for a joy ride somewhere and not come back. But where he would end up remained a mystery to him.

He cursed the Army’s habit of telling a soldier only what he needed to know at the time. The constant fear of being transferred and not being able to reach Danielle haunted his mind. He couldn’t lose her; it took him too long to find her for that to happen now.

Mike had conveniently left Corporal Hunter alone in the office all day explaining he had some field work to do. He was sure this would give the man plenty of time to access what ever information he wanted and to get it in the hands of his people.

He called Major Goldstone with an update. The Major was pleased with his progress and complimented his efforts. The Major then reminded him that tomorrow was Friday and to be ready for the jeep. Mike assured him that he would be ready for what ever was ahead and that he would carry out his duties as ordered.

He decided to retire early preparing himself for what he knew would be a sleepless night. Danielle… his thoughts kept drifting back to her. He finally fell into a restless sleep.

He woke up early Friday morning and headed for the office. He found Corporal Hunter already busily typing at the desk.

Good morning Corporal. I see you got off to an early start on those field reports today. I like that, good man.

The German looked up from his typing and smiled.

Thank you sir. I just wanted to take a moment and say what a pleasure it has been serving under you so far sir. This is a good outfit you have here sir and it is an honor to be a part of it.

Mike wanted to vomit. He had to take a deep breath to withhold his contempt. Not only is this kid a good soldier but he could get an academy award for his acting.

He stared at the Corporal, being careful to conceal his true feelings. Yeah I bet it has been an honor all right you Kraut son of a bitch. You’re having the time of your German life here aren’t you?

He once again held back thoughts of just shooting the German where he sat. The things he did for this damn Army he thought. They send him over to kill Germans then they have him working with the bastards.

Mike knew his departure time was nearing. He wasn’t quite sure how to prepare for this, not even knowing where he would wind up by the end of the day.

He went down and had some breakfast and checked in on Corporal Hunter at the office. He found the soldier busy filing reports, or what ever he was really doing with the reports.

He went to his quarters showered and cleaned up. He had an hour. He just sat on his cot and once again thought of Danielle and when he would see her again. He cursed the war.

The jeep arrived promptly at fourteen hundred hours as scheduled. Mike was in the office waiting. He had explained to Corporal Hunter that he was going to be gone most of the day and to hold down the fort until he returned.

A corporal got out of the jeep and saluted Mike who returned the salute.

Corporal Stallings sir. I’ll be your driver today.

Mike got in the jeep and the two drove off. They rode silently for about half an hour until Mike finally broke the silence.

So Corporal can you please tell me where the hell we are going?

The Corporal continued to drive.

I’m sorry sir I am not allowed to divulge that information.

What the hell do you mean Corporal? I’m Lieutenant McGarret and I will remind you I out rank you soldier!

The Corporal continued driving, undaunted by the statement.

Begging the officer’s pardon sir, I don’t know for sure who you are and I am not at liberty to reveal any information. I must also add that my orders came from someone who outranks even you sir.

Mike was getting a headache. The novelty of this detail was wearing off quickly.

The two remained uncomfortably silent as the Corporal continued to drive through the countryside.

Corporal Hunter was taking a break from typing reports. He was smoking a cigarette standing at the front door when he noticed a soldier running frantically towards the office. He recognized the man to be Corporal Stallings, the General’s driver.

The hysterical soldier’s uniform was tattered and dirty and he was running with a noticeable limp. The man reached the office panting for breath.

Who’s the CO? Where is he I need to talk to him?

Corporal Hunter thought for a moment.

You just took him a few hours ago.

The driver looked panicked, gasping for breath.

We were ambushed; five stinking Krauts came out of nowhere and just opened up on us. Major Goldstone was killed, and I barely escaped. I need to know who is in charge here.

Corporal Hunter stood silently upon hearing the news.

He was killed? Are you sure?

The driver wiped his forehead.

Yeah, we were ambushed by five Krauts. A grenade hit our jeep. They came out of nowhere. I got one of them, but they shot Goldstone. I had to get out of there while I could. The jeep was destroyed; I had to run for it. I need to talk to the C.O.!

Hunter pondered the significance of this news.

I’ll make a phone call.

Hunter called the nearest unit he knew of, C-Company to find out what to do. He finally ended up talking to an officer.

The man identified himself as Colonel Prite, commander of C-Company. The corporal explained the situation, and asked for orders.

The Colonel instructed the Corporal to notify Sergeant Stanson of the commander’s death and to have him assume command and then told the Corporal to handle the paperwork there until a new CO could be found.

Hunter hung up the phone, knowing there was another call he had to make; only this one had to be made in privacy. He told Corporal Stallings to get checked out by the medic and that he would handle everything else. What an unexpected but encouraging turn of events he thought to himself.

Hunter ran over to Sergeant Stanson’s quarters and found him sitting on his bunk reading. He told him the news.

Stanson had been informed that Mike would be posing as the company C.O. and was also aware of the real identity of the aide; but the news of Mike’s death was startling and it devastated him.

Stanson sat on his cot trying to digest the news. Mike had been a good friend of his. He had to collect his thoughts. He told Hunter to get started on the paperwork to request a replacement.

He couldn’t believe that his good friend was killed. The news sickened him. What hit him almost as hard was knowing he would have to be the one to tell Danielle.

Stanson knew how deeply in love they were. He knew Mike would have wanted the news to come from him. As much as he regretted having to do it, he owed that much to his friend.

He decided to go into town that evening and confront her. It wouldn’t be easy, but it had to be done and he wanted to get the unpleasant task over with as quickly as possible.

He felt the need to lie down for a while. The news of Mike’s death was just earth shattering to him. He needed some time to regroup emotionally.

After about an hour he decided he had get motivated. He had a very unpleasant task a head of him.

He made a quick to H.Q. to make sure Hunter had completed all the necessary paperwork and to tell him he would be off base for a few hours tonight. Satisfied that the Corporal had completed the paper work, and somewhat confident that the base would be remain functional for a few hours without him, he returned to his quarters to prepare for his trip to town tonight.

While taking his shower the Sergeant rehearsed what he was going to tell Danielle. No matter how he worded the speech he wasn’t happy with it. He had been in combat many times but could never remember being this apprehensive about anything in his life. The personal sadness he felt over losing his friend was minuscule when compared with the sadness he knew he would have to issue tonight.

He got dressed and caught the bus to town. He walked directly to the café where Danielle worked hoping she would be there. At least in this respect he wasn’t disappointed. He saw her there waiting on tables.

The café was busy and she hadn’t noticed him walking in. He went straight to the bar and ordered a double whisky. He found himself needing some extra courage. He downed the shot and ordered another. He watched Danielle from across the room busily taking care of her customers totally unaware of the heartbreak she was about to face. As much as he fought it back, a tear came to his eye.

Having always been an unwilling bachelor himself, he had secretly envied the love Mike and Danielle had found. He had never found the perfect woman like Mike had. He was happy for the joy he saw it bring his friend. Now to be the one who had to end it simply broke his heart.

Danielle finally noticed him sitting at the bar and waved enthusiastically from across the room. Her incredible smile made the chore ahead even tougher.

He stared down at his empty shot glass. He had never felt the anxiety in combat that he felt about telling her about Mike. He found his heart in his throat.

She eventually made her way over to him. He stood up and walked towards her. She wrapped her arms around him.

Hi Tom nice to see you again. Where is Mike hiding? I know he has to be with you.

He took a deep breath and silently motioned for her to follow him outside. Danielle looked puzzled but figured Mike was going to surprise her outside.

She followed the sergeant to the patio outside. Stanson took her hand and looked her in the eyes. The expression on his face told Danielle something was wrong. She sat down. He didn’t know how else to tell her but straight on.

Danielle, there is no easy way to say this. Mike was killed in action today. I’m so sorry.

He braced himself for her response. She screamed out in tears.

No! It can’t be. It just can’t be! Tell me it’s not true Tom!

Stanson sat down and held her hand.

I know how you two felt about each other and how hard this is. It was hard for me to; Mike was my good friend.

She cried uncontrollably, her head buried in her hands. Stanson’s heart just sunk. He too shed a tear, for the loss they were both feeling. He rubbed her hands trying his best to console her.

Danielle finally looked up. Her eyes red and swollen with tears. She struggled for words.

How did it happen Tom? When did you find out?

Stanson spoke softly.

I found out this afternoon. His jeep had been ambushed. That’s really all I know Danielle. I’m so sorry. If there is anything, anything at all I can do for you please let me know.

Danielle squeezed his hand and forced a weak smile.

Thank you Tom. I know you two were good friends and that, well how you must feel as well. Thank you for coming and telling me. I know how hard this must have been for you. I will always appreciate your kindness and friendship. I know Mike did too.

She kissed his hand. He composed himself.

He has some personal belongings I know he would want you to have. I took the liberty of getting them all together for you. You come sometime, you know when you are up to it, and pick them up. I’ll save them for you. They will be at H.Q. The Corporal will give them to you when you can make it. There’s no hurry Danielle.

She nodded without looking up. Composing herself she struggled to speak still sobbing.

I’ll come tomorrow to get them. Thank you Tom and thank you for being such a good friend to both of us.

She sat motionless as the tears continued to flow.

Thank you again for coming Tom. I have to go home now… I need to be alone. I don’t have any idea how to deal with this.

She slowly got up and walked back into the café. Stanson just sat there trying to regroup. The horrors of war had never hit him as hard as they did at this moment. He got up and walked solemnly to the bus stop to go back to camp.

Danielle arrived at the HQ office around noon. She was greeted by Corporal Hunter.

May I help you mame?

She took a deep swallow and spoke softly.

I’m Danielle; I’m here to pick up… .

The corporal stood up and interrupted her.

I know mame. Sergeant Stanson told me you would be here. I have his things in the back. I’ll get them. Please sit down I will be right back.

The Corporal walked to the back room. He returned with a duffle bag and handed it to Danielle.

I’m very sorry for your loss mame. He was a good man and a good soldier. I grew very fond of him in the short time we knew each other. I’m so very sorry mame.

The German was not only a good soldier but, as he had proven before, also a good actor.

Thank you corporal that’s very kind of you to say that. You must be the new aide he spoke of.

The Corporal nodded.

Yes mame, I’m James Hunter it’s a pleasure to meet you. I just wish it could have been under different circumstances.

They shook hands.

Nice to meet you James I’m sorry this is just a difficult time for me now.

I understand mame. If there is ever anything I can do for you please don’t hesitate to ask.

They shook hands again and Danielle started to walk out of the office.

I will Corporal and thank you again.

A month passed and Danielle continued working at the café. She would occasionally see Corporal