Making her meeting

After a tragic accident in the Middle East, an officer finds her courage at a base camp group

It was hot, sweaty summertime and I was temporarily assigned to the Middle East. I'd been sober for six months. I tried to take care of myself by eating well, drinking plenty of water, running when the temperature was not over 100 F and even volunteering at the post library to stay out of trouble. At my last duty station, my sponsor and I had worked through the Steps as far as we could, given the circumstances. A few good men had made a few good suggestions about finding meetings: check with the senior enlisted advisor, the chief nurse and the chaplain. The chaplain said that "recovering... Login to read more
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