" True, also I hope modern communications will make a huge difference. Not to the men outside those walls, but to their commanders in the air conditio...ned offices and the hotel suits, I hope." That is possibly our last hope," The large thick framed American, who had joined us commented."Mr Williams, I presume?" he nodded. "No the hole we are going to blow in the wall, and ex filtrate through is our last hope." I admitted.He simply nodded."You are a fucking lot of trouble," I suggested."That's. We've made some kills but it takes multiple shots for a penetration to occur." Can we push through?" Dickenson asked."At high cost, yes," Fowler said. "If we continue to advance our tanks they'll envelop those positions within twenty minutes or so, but..." But?" Dickenson asked."Losses will be very high. Also... well... we won't have accomplished anything but clearing their armor out of the gap. The Martian anti-tank crews and the dismounted infantry that are supporting them will still be up on. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident. Well, except maybe Carrie. Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly denied any fault. She protested, "I didn't do that! I don't know how that happened." Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what?" With just a touch of sarcasm, I then said, "Oh, I know, that glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." Wagging my finger at. I'm guessing he had to be in his twenties too. He quickly left and in my drunken state I layed back on the bed. Still naked. I was getting sleepy and probably would have fallen asleep but the door opened and the bouncer came in and said, "Hey kid, Jake left, so get dressed and get out."I remember hearing him but I didn't want to get up. I was too drunk. Still laying there, the bouncer came over and yelled, "Hey, get up and get out. Last warning."I just smiled. He then said, "Ok...I warned you.".