10/24/2018
I heard President Trump’s comments recently regarding the pending approach of a mass of immigrants headed for our southern border. Interesting language he used, described as fear mongering by Senator Jeff Flake (R-AZ). I had written this excerpt below from my current novel about six years ago. Brad ThorGayle Lynds Changing Hands Bookstore Allison Leotta Books
Here’s the excerpt in case you can’t read the Kindle link:
A waiter came by and interrupted their conversation. Brian ordered an iced tea while Pauline opted for a margarita. She waited for the server to leave, then leaned in closer to Brian, keeping her voice low. “I had to come. I needed to tell you this in person. You know that Border Patrol agent you told me you met in the desert?”
“Yeah. What about him?”
Now it was Pauline’s turn to look around the room. She felt as though she was being watched. She bit on a nail and leaned in a few more inches. “Well, a new patient, a soldier who just got back from Afghanistan, mentioned that agent’s name.” She looked at the people nearby to make sure they weren’t listening. Her paranoia was hard to hide, but she went on. “This kid was off the charts. Worse case of PTSD I’ve ever seen. He goes on and on and then says that he, along with a lot of other soldiers, firmly believe the illegals coming across the border are not just Mexican Nationals but Afghans dressed to look like Mexicans. He tells me someone’s got to be told about this. That we can’t let this happen to our country. That someone has got to stop them.”
Their drinks came and Brian stirred a packet of sugar into his tea. “It’s probably just the PTSD talking. Right?”
“I considered that but he’s not showing any signs or symptoms of being delusional. He expressed everything coherently and was quite vocal about wanting to send a message to Washington about what the government’s not doing to protect our borders.” Pauline took a deep swig of her drink. Then she took a breath and went on, keeping her voice low. “He rambled on about why we have to keep our own borders safe versus fighting on borders in the Middle East. I asked him what he thought he could do about this ‘invasion.’ He told me that if he wanted to get involved in stopping it, some fellow soldiers had told him when he got back to the States there was a guy in Arizona to hook up with.”
“And?”
“And . . .” She paused and took another sip of her drink, relishing the relief she was getting from the libation. “. . . that’s when your border agent’s name came up.”
