I worked in Amman Jordan for six months.
(Parsons/Bechtel evacuated Iraq at the end of our project—USAID Rural Water Project)
We had completed all the ‘on-the-ground’-work.
Nothing left to do but finalize the paper-work.
We could do this in Jordan.
It was ‘safer‘
So said Parsons—No need to get anyone else kilt in Iraq—Made sense I suppose.
I protested.
To no avail.
I wanted to remain in Iraq.
Guess what?
My opinions did not matter.
So I flew to Amman.
Parsons maintained an office there.
Employed locals.
An aside/preamble:
Jordan has some of the most beautiful women in the world. “Danger Will Robinson!” AKA Lance Marcom
I fell hard for one of them.
Working in that office of Parsons’
Her name was Margarete
“Maggie”
She was, of course, an Arab.
But ‘Western-ized and Western- sized:
Meaning ‘Slightly Chunky.’
We fell headlong into love.
This was a monumental fuckup on my/her part.
I knew better—or should have—we both should have…
Known Better
We did, but we chose to ignore
The danger
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To Be Continued…
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