In 1997 Ha and a male colonel decided on a diplomatic resuscitation of really old doctrine that allowed fluent German U.S. soldiers to be exempt from being deployed to Kosovo but instead to go home to Germany and avoid injuring those young men any more. Ha signed for the U.S. Air Force transportation across the Atlantic Ocean, German state provisions for renaturalizing the German soldiers, multinational secular cooperation for reduction of EU-centric military police in NATO, internal retention by cross-application and reclassing of already acquired military skills for immediate assignment to military units, republican banking for the soldiers, that their awaiting families have cash on-hand from their accumulated work pay accounts, donations to their families' choice of charities for comity with their local civilian communities, dossiers and transcripts neatly collated she signed by whichever foreign state stamp of the native country, everything necessary to repatriate the soldiers.
    The colonel invited her to return to fort for assembly on the matter of Kosovo. She stayed at his house while he quarantined his troops on-post. She was told to be normal, clean the house, read a book, water the plants, play on his guitar. He was expecting to be serenaded with his guitar by her when he would check in later. It's a Martin. It's an antique Martin. You trust me with your guitar? Ha, get over yourself, I deserve a song. And I don't speak that German garbage. I'm Scadinavian, you have all the immunity you will definitely need for my children. They are getting sick now, sick of their mother. She's blonde, beautiful, and deadly. My husband finds out I did not choose you for his harem, you will want to tell me more where your family name is from. He keeps himself clean, you know. I don't believe you, he said. Your husband is an enlistee. Time's up, you owe us.
    Speak your language, she said to the foreign colonel, whose name was patritician. Might have been Marcus, we are not 100 percent sure but use anyway. If you want me to noodle something original on your guitar, just speak to me, she told Marcus. I need a few hours to absorb your language and do the opposite, which won't be Spanish. Let me guess, you can flamenco on your Martin guitar. Yes, he said.

    We do not trade wives, you understand? The colonel explained, He is not that kind of husband, not to you and me and our side of the family eschelon. I need our family, you cannot throw yourself away at Strauss. That's why he is independent and you are not, she said to him. Fine, suit yourself, I can only put in a fortnight, I have your enlistee on-post. Don't you dare pick a father for me and you. It's disgusting! I will not accept Strauss outranking me around my children. Who is so disgusting? she said. You have a packet of condoms in front of my eyeballs you made sure I saw it last night. Put the duffle bag next to the... condoms, you ordered me. Okay, Colonel, I sure will. You know, Ha, rules. I have to have rules, you obey. I have standards of comaraderie, [dude]. You and your power struggle, you have an ex-wife whose standards are different. Boo hoo us. Plus, you are twelve years older (34). I let go of my civilian children, he said. It was a mistake. You keep your government experience or I am out of a job. I still have to support my children no matter what.
    Welcome to our side of the family. You like? I have all my teeth, I have all my hair, I keep the place quiet for you, I am used to it but my children annoy me. They do not understand the benefits of discipline and obedience. Why couldn't you raise them? Nevermind, I did that to myself and to them. Independence, wouldn't you agree? he answered his own question. He keeps the place quiet for me? Ha thought. Had he been planning the whole time? He said, I want them to meet you, you have to take care of the consequences of what family does in the military. You are at your quota, Sir from cadre. How many prostitutes have you been with in the past year? He ignored indicting himself. Please, I want one more. One more which? Prostitute, child, or government? She spoke slowly, I am for you - to you - which?
    One more challenge for our children, one more child for me. My children deserve a good government. I am a worker, that's all I know how to do. But I'm messed up, all I know on the guitar is Spanish music enlistees teach me. Nobody speaks my language! Prostitutes are cheaper than one of your Langley (CIA headquarters) bodyguards. You never had one? he inquired from himself.

    The nation-state plans, budgets, and group tests decades in advance to have a Green Beret unit today. Jack Guyker's purview in Rgo. In 1997, one captain lost his entire Special Forces company, which Ha and her husband Julian had to fill by raising new volunteers in six weeks out of soldiers already at Fort Bragg. The two were only at the combined rank of major-general. Fielding Green Berets caused a sudden influx of Rangers (recon) and Sappers (demolition), Green Berets' two traditional support teams, some of whom Army gained by permanently transferring soldiers from Navy into the Army. It is not uncommon for Department One's military wing to have a force unit (specialization neither offense not defense) trained by an ordinary “married couple”, the most terrible army-navy joke. Green Berets do not use military police.

Ha was fine with an entire outfit weighing as much as a pair of running shoes, less than half a kilo, consisting of nothing but Paul and fishnet stockings. If the stockings did not weigh enough, Ha would thieve detonators and wiring from Till. In ten minutes they would call themselves geoKinnders and expected a formal invitation to Ha's wedding from PaulH. They only had a work order from rgoTrDept. She said to them, Toss Paul Landers atop an electric wire net, get an imprint of his leg, tell him only Ha gets grievous greaves (shin armour) but artHaus have brought to her “PaulL fishnet stockings—still smoldering” from shocking him and leaving him on the beach. That was artHaus's first offering to her for her and Julian in 1993. PaulH was still alive. By the time of their first year of marriage, Ha ran away from assassination and Julian helplessly waited at a state funeral on several capital murder cases ending in executions.
    There was a good luck, Good Fortune Platter for the ceremony. There was a voodoo briefcase that the state decided for the future husband. Ha did a favour for Julian and discussed the briefcase, because he was the husband side if the aisle whose family was younger in human time. She wanted him to have a crystal vase instead, which he could dedicate to his favourite effort: arts and crafts, championship athletics, science and technology, or the nations. The idea for the vase came from Jack and Thomas. The Republic recommended the U.N. and honouring the troops in Somalia. He had to write a thesis resolving the debate: The USA had various motives for military involvement in Somalia. Accurately reported and archived these days, “The U.S. armed forces wanted to prove its capability to conduct major `Operations Other Than War`, while the U.S. State department wanted to set a precedent for humanitarian military intervention in the post-Cold War era”.^[1]