Her Christmas Soldier

I don’t do it forever. I don’t do Christmas. And I definitely don’t do emotions. I was a foster child that never had a home, never celebrated a birthday, and never felt loved. So when my troops get a Christmas tin full of cookies, I send a thank you email. That’s what you’re supposed to do when you get a gift, right? But before I know it, I’m writing back and forth with a sweet, young woman that has hearts in her eyes. I wish I could give her what she wants, but I know that’s not me. She’s too y...