Three years later.
I sat on the veranda of our home in Belize City, looking out to sea. It was a cloudy day, heavy clouds rushing overhead from the northwest along with high winds. We were having a
naat.
2Molly and I were supposed to be going to St. George's Caye for Easter, but we had to postpone the trip due to the weather. I had the few days off for Easter and did look forward to the cayes and fishing even though I would have preferred getting lost in the jungle somewhere. I didn't get much chance to go on the jungle training missions any more. I had been promoted to Captain and was forced to do more desk work that I wanted. At least, the pay was better. I had gotten
