This series "A Soldiers Promise" is dedicated to the men and women enduring the everyday challenges of being in today's military. The military poses many challenges emotionally for families and unless you have been there it is impossible to

AMB Publications is proud to convey these challenges based on true life events and emotions that showcase love, betrayal, struggle, constant moving around, long distance relationships, and so much more. With the turn of every page, we hope that we can inspire and entertain you the readers worldwide
and take this experience and share it with others experiencing the very same circumstances. As members in each branch of the military "A Soldier's Promise" is AMB's salute to the Armed Forces.

Heart pounding…tear jerking…arousing…worst pain…and
the best feeling we ever had…

“These tears I cry…sure won’t be the last…this pain
inside…never seems to past…never seems to past me by…”

Tour the journey as this Officer and gentleman, John Dixon, rescues a woman that has been sold to drugs and slave trade. He is a hero to the states; but his soul is empty much
like poor Nikki’s. Both are victims to lack of love and support as

John is condemned for serving a country that has killed innocent members of his family and Nikki is outcast from her influential family due to her accidental addiction to drugs.

Love finds them and life is good but when John is called back to fighting for his country Nikki is left feeling alone and abandoned. John’s family has yet to accept her and their
newborn son, her sister is wallowing in her luxurious lifestyle, and the loneliness and uncertainty of John’s wellbeing begins to warm the veins in her arms. The letters begin and express the love, support, and dependence, they vow never to

When the letters stop… the commanding officers seem oblivious to what has happened to Nikki’s Dear John.
She suspects malice and questions the platoon only to find that Naval Officers that her husband trained and wives she has communed, cried, and serviced with have demanded she show proof of marriage. Lost in the twilight zone, Nikki becomes
irate and against all odds and warning of possible torture and capture leaves the states headed to Afghanistan in search for her husband. Book one is just the beginning of this story of romance and heroism. How far would you go for love?



Thursday, August 30, 2012



Today was an absolute nightmare. Nobody wants to grab their damn balls and put us to use. We are supposed to be last resort the final strike the Elite. My orders were to assemble my team on arrival, suit up, take camp here at the post site, draw up the plans we were given by the CIA Intel; and go rescue the three missing Troops and two UN reps that are supposedly being held here in Afghanistan.

They are still trying to negotiate meanwhile I sit here with my team and watch day after day men die in the fields and alleyways. Grenades are blowing up every structure left and right. The president is supposed to decide tomorrow whether or not Commander Garrison gives me the green light to go in and do my goddamn Job.

I watched a little kid get run down in the middle of the street by these Taliban radical extremists in a jeep. They jump out, snatch the little boy, strip him bare, and drag him tied to the bumper of the jeep for yards. They then lit a match and dosed him full of gasoline setting him on fire. He couldn't have been more than two years older than Johnathan Jr. I snapped…I got on the phone and told Commander Garrison, that under no circumstances will I continue to watch acts like this and sit by.

I am missing my family while people die and you guys are dragging your asses. So, either I get the fucking green light to take my team of seals in and end this shit, or I pack my shit along with the rest of my team and we jump back on USS Butler and head back home.

I laid down that night and my cell phone rings. I shit you not when I say the president himself called. He simply said "There is no tomorrow bring em’ home now."

So, at approximately 0300 hours, I went to each bunk and woke my boys and we suited up, loaded up, drew up plans, and a backup plan in case shit went bad. I still keep the locket that has my half of the heart you gave me under my shirt and gear tucked away for good luck and safety. I knelt, the boys down for a prayer and we strapped on the night vision goggles for phase 1 recon and scan.

These sons of bitches were smart because they had guards up the ass too. We took down the first wave undetected but once we hit the ravine, it’s a 5 mile hike on foot to the compound and we were spotted. But my boys were game and they must have sent about 50 gorilla brigade soldiers but we mowed them down. I did take a slash with a knife in my upper shoulder but it wasn't deep enough to cause me any serious harm.

 I dropped my M-4 and took the bastard down and gutted him like a Sunday morning fish. I know you hate war and gore; but I am coming home and every second I was forced to act. I thought of my little man and you. I wasn't about to let these jerks be the reason I didn't keep my promise.

8 hours and 30 minutes later we did make progress and make it to the compound and I did find our contact just as it was promised. My ears are still ringing from the shelling’s of the towers. My boys did good, and these motherfuckers still don't know their days are numbered. Today's mission was a success and everyone's intact. Well dear, with picture in hand, I see you....with thoughts in mind....

I miss you...and with prayers sent above....I leave you with the words that will never change....I love you.....


  Your love


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