My name is Jessica Scott. I am a soldier. I am a wife. I am a mother. There are many stories from the Iraq war. This one is mine. In 2009, Army second lieutenant Jessica Scott deployed to Iraq as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation New Dawn. It was a year of many firsts. This is the first person journey through a combat tour in Iraq, through being a woman in the army and learning to be an officer in the unforgiving environment of a brigade combat team. This is the journey of a writer, learning to find her voice. This is the journey of a mother, confronting the emotions of leaving...
My name is Jessica Scott. I am a soldier. I am a wife. I am a mother. There are many stories from the Iraq war. This one is mine. In 2009, Army second...
Nuns are well known for teaching valuable lessons. This is a story patterned after the experience of one of the authors with her own Sister Mary Carlice. The wisdom of those lessons have reverberated through decades and guided those who were privileged to receive it. The story of the rich man and the beggar is timeless. It comes alive in a surprising way in this book.
Nuns are well known for teaching valuable lessons. This is a story patterned after the experience of one of the authors with her own Sister Mary Carli...
Sister Mary Carlice is the best teacher at Our Lady Queen of Peace. When she teaches her students a Bible story, someone always learns a lesson. As she teaches her students about the Prodigal Son, the Duncan twins see the relationship of the parable to their own lives.
Sister Mary Carlice is the best teacher at Our Lady Queen of Peace. When she teaches her students a Bible story, someone always learns a lesson. As sh...
Whatever it takes, just come home to me. Promise me, Sam. In eight months, Staff Sergeant Sam Brown will become a father. But first, he has to survive his fourth tour in Iraq. On his last night home, he tries to pretend that everything is fine, that the war is fine, that his life is fine. But as he returns to the war zone, things are anything but fine and the promise he made to his fiance takes on a desperate edge. As things spiral down, Sam starts to wonder about that promise. How high is the price he will pay when the long night comes to an end?"
Whatever it takes, just come home to me. Promise me, Sam. In eight months, Staff Sergeant Sam Brown will become a father. But first, he has to survive...
My name is Jessica Scott. I am a soldier. I am a mother. I am a wife. In 2009, Army second lieutenant Jessica Scott deployed to Iraq as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation New Dawn. She thought deploying was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. This is the story of a mother coming home from war and learning to be a mom again. This is the story of a lieutenant making the grade and becoming a company commander. This is the journey of a writer persevering through a hundred rejections. This is the story of a soldier learning to be a woman again. This is the story of a wife...
My name is Jessica Scott. I am a soldier. I am a mother. I am a wife. In 2009, Army second lieutenant Jessica Scott deployed to Iraq as part of Operat...
Stay focused. Get a job. Save her father's life. Beth Lamont knows far too much about the harsh realities of life her gilded classmates have only read about in class. She'll do whatever it takes to take care of her father, even if that means tutoring a guy like Noah - a guy who represents everything she hates about the war, soldiers and what the Army has done to her family. Noah Warren doesn't know how to be a student. All he knows is war. But he's going to college now to fulfill a promise and he doesn't break his promises. Except he doesn't count on his tutor being drop dead gorgeous and...
Stay focused. Get a job. Save her father's life. Beth Lamont knows far too much about the harsh realities of life her gilded classmates have only read...
Violence. I'm addicted to it. It's how I feel alive. It's the only thing that's real any more. And now I have to sit around and discuss it like it's physics or calculus. I can't do it. I can't pretend that it's some sterile academic topic. Violence isn't sterile. It isn't calm. It's pulsing. It's alive. It's my drug. Until I met Abby, I never wanted anything beyond the next fight. Never considered that I might finally find a way back to the land of the living. Now? Now I find myself dreaming of a woman with golden eyes. But I can never be with her. Because I am not whole. And I never will be...
Violence. I'm addicted to it. It's how I feel alive. It's the only thing that's real any more. And now I have to sit around and discuss it like it's p...