Change of Heart

By Albert Mordechai

Change of Heart takes the readers to an unsympathetic world of war and love, from USA to Iraq and war-torn Afghanistan. In an era when terrorism spreads fears around the world and takes a big chunk of the news, we hear every day, justifying terrorism in any way is wrong. The least popular thing is to justify terrorism by trying to understand and justify the other side. In the last thirty years, over 90% of the terror attacks are committed by Muslims in Europe and USA; do they accomplish anything? No, they do not. In time it even gets worse. And it imperils our own families! By loving his woman and trying to understand her life and culture, Kevin made a wrong choice justifying terrorism—until he had a Change of Heart. And his life changes forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647010614

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Change of Heart

Albert Mordechai

Copyright © 2019 Albert Mordechai

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2019

ISBN 978-1-64701-060-7 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-64701-061-4 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 1

Angela turned on the windshield wipers to remove the frosty haze blocking her view one last time as she pulled into the parking lot for the United States Army General Hospital. It was Monday, and she was still trying to shake the cobwebs from the weekend vibe she still felt. Sipping her coffee and hesitating in the warm interior of her late model Honda Accord, Angela tried to visualize what her day would be like.

A blast of cold air hit her as she staggered out of her car and rushed inside the hospital.

Good morning, declared John, the security guard.

Good Morning John, she replied, rubbing her hands together.

Sure is cold out there, John replied. She nodded and waved goodbye as she headed towards the elevator and up to the nurses changing room.

Two nurses sat across form each other slowly sipping coffee as Angela entered the room. The morning news blared out from a flat screen television up on the wall.

Hi Ang, one of the nurses said.

Good morning Jessica. Good morning Amber.

What’s so good about it? grumbled Amber.

I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, replied Angela with a wink and a smile as she picked up three patients chart and started to read.

Uhmmm,…critical condition…gun shot wound…upper body near shoulder…second wound on the stomach…third gun shoot on the leg thigh…surgery Friday. Busy weekend, she thought to herself.

Glancing at the top of the chart she identified the name of the patient as Kevin Taylor. Wait a minute, she thought—this name looks familiar. She took a sip of her coffee and tried to recall where she remembered the name, Kevin Taylor.

It had been two years since she and her daughter Maria had moved to Germany, land of poets and philosophers and home to great writers and famous composers. Names like Goethe and Günther Grass or Bach and Beethoven were part of a long, distinguished cultural tradition that she soaked in. She reveled in its legacy and all the exceptional choices of culture on offer in Germany at the time, from ancient to ultra-modern.

But the death of her husband in Afghanistan from a suicide bomber had devastated her small family. Working as an emergency room nurse at Landstuhl regional Medical Center American hospital had ironically given her the stability she and her daughter so needed at the time. Taking care of the many soldiers coming in from war torn areas in the Middle East and Afghanistan, so many with injuries similar to Kevin Taylor’s, had enabled her to forget for a while the pain of her life.

Kevin Taylor looked peaceful as he lay on the bed in room 232, powerful pain medication coursing through his veins, working to keep the agony of surgery at bay. Angela checked the charts. Kevin’s IV bag needed refilling.

Uuuhhnnnnn, Kevin groaned in pain. Angela checked over the injuries listed on the chart again. They were ghastly. She decided to increase his morphine allotment to help ease Kevin’s transition into full health, however long it would take. She indicated the changes on Kevin’s chart and returned it to its placeholder for the next nurse on shift.

Uuuhhhnnnnnnn, Kevin groaned again. Angela reached out for Kevin’s hand instinctually. He fell back asleep, somehow comforted by the human connection. She lingered for a few minutes, gazing at the injured soldier’s face, wrestling with a vague feeling that she was connected to the injured soldier lying on the bed in front of her. She decided she had to find out more.