This was silly. I should just wash my hair and finish my shower. I opened the shampoo and poured some in my hair, returning to my aborted task of lath...ering myself. My arms touched the swells of my breasts as I scrubbed and the friction kept my nipples heated. They were standing proud and sharp. It didn't take me long to abandon the scrubbing and start rinsing again. I cupped my breasts as the water flowed down. Tremors ran from the peaks every time I grazed across them with a thumb. I still. We're a might busy tonight as you can see, but for someone with your love of our country I just know I'll be able to find you a seat before long. Will ye be waiting?" You're very kind, and I don't believe you remember me after all this time. I really don't mind waiting if you're sure I'll be able to eat at some point." He replied."Dinnae worry yourself laddie, I'll find you a spot before lang."Scott took a seat in the entranceway and bided his time. He had a view out over the loch and he let. The airship turned slightly as it made its approach toward the large cradle that jetted out from the spire. The frame made of metal but the inside where the ship would rest was made of wood and rubber. The ship slipped and slowly descended until it touched down smoothly. Liz could see the small procession of people awaiting her arrival. Thankfully nowhere near as large as if her mother or sister had accompanied them. A few workers on the other side moved the gangway into place between the ship. "I know it was a sacrifice, but everyone who went faced the same risks. Why do we only build reminders of the fallen? Surely it's the fact that they went that's important, not the fact that they died." Maybe you were right. Maybe it's about making sure we get to heaven rather than them. If we remember all the people that went away to war, killed people, and came home again it wouldn't discourage us from having the next war as much." You're a pacifist?" Isn't everyone? Does anyone want another.