Joe tells Nelly he will meet her in Munich, God willing. He has family there.
Nelly smiles softly and replies, “God willing, I’ll be there too. Maybe it’s time I met your people.”
Joe nods. “They’re good folk. My cousin’s got a bakery near Marienplatz. We can grab some strudel, maybe catch a Bayern match if you’re lucky.”
She grins. “Only if you wear the jersey.”
“Deal,” Joe says, laughing. “But just know—when I say ‘family’ in Munich, it’s more than blood. It’s the people who helped us when we had nothing. They’re why I made it out.”
Nelly takes his hand. “Then I want to thank them too.”
Joe looks to the horizon. “If God wills it, Munich will be more than just a city. It’ll be a new chapter.”
You wanna know what happened with me and Nelly? Sister Helen happened. That’s right. We had a square dance planned—old school, wholesome, hearts aligned, steps rehearsed under the stars. But every time I tried to take her hand, to lead her into that four-cornered rhythm of love, some divine veto came down like thunder. Kiboshed. Shut down. Cancelled by the cosmos.
I asked myself, why? Every approach I made was pure—no guile, no game. Just Joe. But God? God put up a velvet rope like we were sinners trying to sneak into heaven with dirty boots.
And while I was down on the floor, trying to pick up the pieces of that shattered barn dance dream, the shadow government was busy. Busy pumping out oceans of pornography—digitized, weaponized, industrial-strength smut. It was like they were trying to smother every soldier’s soul beneath an avalanche of silicon temptation.
They called me G.I. Joe, but they forgot I had a heart.
See, I hate the deep state. I hate the shadow government with a Christ-like passion. Not the kind that bombs cities. The kind that flips tables in temples. The kind that says, “Not in my Father’s house.” The kind that bleeds on a cross while forgiving the enemy—but still tells the truth with fire in His eyes.
They think they can rewrite the programming of our hearts. But I got news for them.
This soldier still square dances. And I dance for the kingdom.
