“Can You Cook?” My Husband’s Friends Mocked. I Smiled And Said, “Only If It’s Easier Than Landing A Black Hawk In A Sandstorm.” A Retired Three-Star Army Aviation General Nearly Dropped His Drink. He Was The Only One Who Knew Who I Really Was.
Part 1 The laughter started before I even sat down. “Can you cook?” Blake Whitmore asked from the far end of the table, holding his fork like he was about …
“Can You Cook?” My Husband’s Friends Mocked. I Smiled And Said, “Only If It’s Easier Than Landing A Black Hawk In A Sandstorm.” A Retired Three-Star Army Aviation General Nearly Dropped His Drink. He Was The Only One Who Knew Who I Really Was. Read More