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He's been different since he got home from this last tour.

Actually, that's not true, he's been different since Elvis.

Molly wrote in her diary.

Staff Sergeant Molly Dawes sat at her desk tapping the pen against her lips as she tried to find the words to put down on paper.

Charles had been home for 10 days now, and oh he'd put on an act for the outside world. He'd even put on the act for her, he'd said and done the right things and had even made love to her but Molly knew.

She knew him almost better than she knew herself. And she knew that he was hiding something from her.

What it was though she didn't know, and in all honesty she was scared to find out.

two months later

That Bitch!

That no good two faced bastard!

She was supposed to be my friend and he was supposed to be the love of my life!

I knew something was up. I knew something wasn't right despite all the 'romantic' dinners and him still taking me to bed!

Okay so she lost the love of her life. Elvis died.

Okay so he lost his best friend. Elvis died.

But does that mean I have to lose the love of my life and my best friend?

How does that work? How is that fair?

Well it doesn't matter now does it?

Molly slammed her diary closed and threw it at the wall.

Damn it! I refuse to cry! She said to herself.

She stood and straightened up her uniform, leaving her office she made her way to see her CO.

She gave a brisk knock on his office door and waited.

"Enter!" came the booming voice of Captain Geddings.

Molly opened the door, marched into the office saluted and stood at attention.

"Stand easy, Dawes." Molly relaxed her stance with her hands behind her back.

"What can I do for you Staff Sergeant?"

"I need to request a transfer, Sir."

Captain Geddings looked at her in disbelief. He had known Molly Dawes for a long time, she had been one of his Basic recruits when he was a corporal and this was out of the blue for her.

"Molly, sit down. What an earth has happened?"

Molly sat in the chair opposite him.

"I can't stay 'ere, Sir. He come back diff'rent from that last tour. I knew sumfing was wrong. I jus' knew it. But I didn't fink it would be this."

Molly took a deep breath and tried to compose herself.

"He cheated on me, Sir. Wiv Georgie."

Molly couldn't hold it back any longer and the tears started to stream down her face.

Captain Geddings got up from his chair and walked around his desk, kneeling down in front of her he passed her a tissue.

"Oh, Dawsey, I'm so sorry. What can I do?"

"Get me a transfer, Sir. Don't care where, I just can't stay 'ere."

"Come and see me at the end of the day, I'll see what I can do."

"Fanks, Sir."

Molly got up from the chair, stood at attention and saluted.

"Dismissed, Dawes."

"Sir!"

Molly then turned on the spot and marched out of the office.

Once she was out, she relaxed her self and walked back to her own office. She knew that Geddings would get her out so she'd better get her shit in order.

Three hours later she was again knocking on the door of Captain Geddings.

"Come in, Dawes."

Molly walked into the office and closed the door.

"Sit down, Dawes."

"Fank you, Sir."

"Right, lets get straight to it, shall we?" Captain Geddings asked.

Molly gave him a small smile.

"Please, Sir."

"Now, as you know, transfers between regiments usually take time, what with all the paperwork etc. However, I've managed to pull some strings and cash in a couple of favours and I can get you out of here by the end of the week. How does that sound?"

Molly's relief was visible. "That sounds good, Sir."

"Good," Captain Geddings paused. "You do however have a choice to make. How far away from here to you want to get?"

"As far as possible, Sir."

"I thought you might say that, so, Cyprus or Canada?" Captain Geddings said with a smile.

"Wot?"

"You have the choice, Molly. Blue Beret Camp, Cyprus or CFB Suffield, Canada. Which do you want?"

Molly took a deep breath. "We use Cyprus for decompression, Sir. So, I fink the only way to 'av no chance of seein' niver of 'em, it'll 'av to be Canada."

"I thought you might say that too," said Captain Geddings as he pushed an envelope towards her. "Here you go, all the relative documents signed and stamped. Flight from Gatwick is booked for Saturday. Is that enough time?"

"Yes, Sir. I've already squared away my office. It won't take long to pack up my bits at the flat, and he's away 'til next Wednesday on exercise. Can I ask just one more fing from you, Sir?"

"Dawes, you can ask me anything and if it's within my power I'll do it."

"Don't tell 'im where I've gone." She said. "'er eeva. I can't see 'em again, Sir."

"On one condition Molly Dawes, you keep in touch with me. You let me know how you are doing and what you are up to, understood?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

Molly stood up, Captain Matthew Geddings walked round to her and hugged her.

"I'm going to miss you, Dawsey."

"Ditto," Molly said quietly.

seven months later

"Push, Sergeant, you have to push now." the doctor said.

"I can't. I can't do it."

"Sergeant Dawes, you have to push, and push now, that is an order!"

Molly took a deep breath, clenched her teeth and pushed. Suddenly an infants cry pierced the room.

"It's a girl!" the midwife said with excitement. "Here you go, Mum, say hello to your daughter."

Molly looked down at the tiny baby that had been put on her chest, with her dark hair and brown eyes, and started to cry.

"Hello, Charlotte."


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