"But how can I know God's Will...?" Helen responded to Steve's inquiry about her belief. "Who do I ask
what shouldn't be asked?" She continued.
Steve's expression was one of distrust. But she did not look at his face of discomfort and went on: "Why all these empty questions?" She had no idea that Steve was getting more and more irritated with her; nevertheless, she proceed with her talk:
"You mean do I find something terribly wrong with immorality? Oh, that's men's skill isn't it? Still one thing at a time! First I answer you about women! You call them opportunists! You put such a generality in the way you say it! Well. I'm going to ask you, tell me is your mother an opportunist, too? Come on, tell me, why should I hold myself back? Why should I take what you say on its face value? Who do you think You are? A man? A God? What about all men? Do you think you're all good moral beings that God created? You know I am in a mood to talk now! Why should I give in to you because you think women came to this world only to comfort men! That God created women because Adam was lonely. A lonely man needs a companion not a comforter. You think that women's occupation is to comfort men because that was God's intention!?" Helen took a deep breath and without looking at Steve, she continued:
"If that is why I'm created, the way you say it, then I want to dispose of all men, who are corrupt, immoral, and dirty. I don't want to be like an occupation for you or any men!"
Helen talked not merely natural and clever, but cunningly and without pretense. She attached a great value to her own ideas and no weight to the viewpoint of Steve. He was another man, like all others, like her father, or Roger, or many others that she had known through the twenty three years of her life; the only difference was that they were engaged to get married in a month before he would be deployed to Vietnam as a pilot to participate in Operation Rolling Thunder. It was a cold February day. The year was 1965.
Steve, whereas many young men, who were drafted, volunteered. He joined Air Force. His dream was always to become a pilot. He knew that his family had no financial means for him to go to college and to take classes for becoming a pilot. He knew that perhaps soon, he would receive his draft papers! He volunteered at eighteen right after high school. His training for Air force was in the Maxwell- Gunter A F B in Alabama. One of the requirement for becoming an Air Force pilot was to have a college degree, most likely a scientific degree. He got his degree at the Air Force Academy outside the Colorado Springs in Colorado. He finished his four years college in a little over three years. His major was Aerospace Engineering. His GPA was four. It was then that he went to Maxwell AFB to get his Pilot training. In the next three years, he went through difficult, disciplined training of Air force and learned how to fly. He put in many hours of flying. So now at age twenty four, after six and half years being in the Air force, he was a well educated, young, attractive pilot. He was ready to be deployed to serve his country that had made his dream come through, but not before marrying Helen, his fiance, a woman he had fallen in love almost at once...
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To Be Continued
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