We had been in Germany for a few months and had made fast friends of other Army families. Even though we were young ourselves, just each 24 with a 5 year old and 3 year old, we felt older so when one of the younger families (he was 21 and she was 19) with two daughters 2 years and 2 months old had to put their older daughter in the hospital overnight we gladly volunteered to keep their baby overnight.
We hopped in our VW bug and drove into Post to pick her up, stopping on the way out for a rare meal out, forgetting it was a Friday in lent and eating the forbidden meat. We joked on the way home that something bad was going to happen to us being Friday the 13th AND eating meat. I wish we were wrong.
She seemed comfortable. Although it seemed a short while latter when she started to cry. I waited a couple of minutes and she stopped so I went back to sleep. I woke up at 7am and realized she hadn't gotten up for her bottle. I woke Tom up in a panic and he ran down the steps to check on her. It had to have just taken seconds but it seemed like hours waiting for him to yell up she was ok. He didn't. Instead I heard him screaming in panic Oh My God, she's dead!!!
He drove to the Post hospital in a fraction of the time it should take, tearing through the front gate without stopping causing the MP's to follow in pursuit to the ER where she was pronounced dead.
|Cindi Feb.4-April 14|