By the way (BTW), you can add your own "take" to my character as well. Just submit your voice (in writing) to Major Scott A. Meehan on the contact form on his site.
Now, about my story: My father was sent to Afghanistan with his Special Forces team from Fort Campbell, Kentucky not long after terrorists flew commercial aircraft into the New York Trade Center buildings and the Pentagon in Washington D.C. He was part of a team that was sent to extract the Al Qaeda terrorist network and Taliban government who harbored them.
It was there during this period he met my mother, Sarah. Dr. Mohammed Rajiv took her under his loving care after her mother was shot and killed in crossfire between the Soviets and Mujahedeen during their occupation in the 1980s. Then, he raised her for nineteen years, teaching her many skills under his tutelage, which included multiple languages and medical nursing.
This is how my parents met: When wounded Northern Alliance forces came into the clinic in Dehi, my dad brought medical supplies from his team to assist with treating the casualties. Well, my mother was there also doing the same thing. Because they had been seen speaking to each other, my mom was scheduled for a public execution by the Taliban. I know–Craazzy! Right?
Word of this execution got to my dad who was back with his team. Pleading with his commander, he and another soldier, Staff Sergeant Chris Short, along with her uncle, Abdul Mohaqeq and some of his men went to rescue my mom. During the rescue, there was a “firefight” causing a lot of confusion and separation of the rescue team. As fate would have it, my mom and dad escaped together to a secret hideout in the harsh Hindu Kush Mountains.
After spending a few nights in a cave hideout that my mom knew about, my Christian father and my Muslim mother fell in love. I am very happy they did…for obvious reasons - hee hee, haaa, haa.
I mentioned that my grandmother was killed in one of those “firefights” but what I did not tell you was my paternal grandfather was also killed in battle. He was in the U.S. Army Delta Force and was shot during a 1993 battle in eastern Africa. My dad does not like to talk about it even to this day but he does bring all of us to my grandfather’s graveside to honor him every year on Memorial Day. I wish I would have known him.
Oh, who is all of us? I have two brothers, Caleb who is fourteen and Seth who is twelve, and an adopted sister, Mariam, who is my age, sixteen. My dad rescued her from ISIS in Iraq in 2014, when I was twelve.
Anyway, back to the story. Although mom and dad fell in love, they both had to escape the Al-Qaeda and Taliban forces hunting them down and unite with his team. Here is where I will stop for now because if you want to know the details, you should read their story yourself. Trust me, it is good! Oh, the book is called, 'Love in the House of War.' It is a novel. I am mentioned at the end of part one but am in part two quite a bit. It is also under the title: 'Two Tickets To Paradise.' The story about me at age twelve and the rescue of my sister is in part 2 of 'Love in the House of War,' and 'The Hawkins: Army of One.'
Please check them out for yourself, right here: 'Love in the House of War':
'2 Tickets to Paradise': https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KYVG647
'The Hawkins: Army of One': https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07R5DDNCT
Tomorrow, I will tell you more about Major Scott's Post Traumatic Stress In Order (PTSIO) campaign.
Signing off for now!
Asha Hawkins (One each)