I was 19

19 and in the Navy when this incident occurred.

Some of my friends and I from the ship like to hang out at a bar where we were close friends with the night manager.

If you gave us a free drink, we could be very useful.

We would man the entrance to the place, discouraging the troublemakers and checking IDs,

weeding out all the underage drinkers.

After closing time, we would escort the lady employees to their vehicles.

There were always a few customers who got a little wasted and tried to push themselves on the

female staff.

Our job was to make sure that these women got out of the bar safely unmolested.

One night the manager asked me to take home a woman named Heaven because her car was in the

shop.

Isn't that a great name?

Yes, that is a great name.

I never thought about naming a girl heaven or even a boy heaven.

That's a great name.

Anyway, back to the story.

It was after 11 p.m. and Heaven lived 20 miles west of Jacksonville in a small town.

Well, I asked my friend Terry to go with me so that I could have someone to talk to on the drive back.

After Heaven got out of my vehicle and safely into her house, Terry moved up to the front passenger

seat and we headed back to Jacksonville.

As soon as you get past the city limit of Heaven's small town, there's nothing but a small two-lane highway with woods on both sides.

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