How Eighty Acres of Wisconsin Oak Ridge Exposed My Ex-Husband’s Cash Scheme

“Twenty-Fourth Infantry,” Kurt said. “’91.

I was nineteen.”

Dale took two steps forward over the frozen stalks and held out his bare right hand.

“Dale.”

Kurt shook it with one firm pump. “Kurt Ostrowski. That’s Russ Lindahl and Mike Pruett.”

“Your outfit was down in the valley, wasn’t it?” Dale asked.

“Wadi Al-Batin,” Kurt said.

“February of ’91.”