"You have a problem?" the parka-clad Colonel asked, returning Lieutenant-Colonel Stan Waterman's crisp salute. As the CO of the armoured battalion, Wa...terman was also responsible for the target vehicles used on the anti-tank range."Yes, Sir. It's about these target vehicles, the Ford Pinto class. This is the first time anyone's used them in these conditions. Watch what happens first on gravel and then on snow."The diminutive vehicle was dressed up to look like a typical one-quarter-scale Sa'arm. As he stared, almostuncomprehending, he saw his uniform pants glistening red with his ownblood. Suddenly feeling lightheaded as his adrenaline surge faded, hetried to shift his weight, but his one good leg gave from under him aspain stabbed through him, and with a crack of his helmet against the rimof the top hatch and then a seat, Eduardo collapsed unceremoniously intothe Humvee, critically low on blood, with multiple fragment and bulletwounds. ********** . We were rarely separated. If I went somewhere he went, too. When I settled down on the bed to read, or watch a ball game, he jumped up and cuddled.It was what he did.God or the universe provided him for me, because I needed him. God or the universe knew things I didn’t and never would.God or the universe knew what was coming and didn’t bother to warn me... Thanks a lot.Charger and I had loitered through the winter and spring, waiting for something to happen. The laziness was welcomed after over. She is wearing the short yellow dress, with buttons down the front. No bra or panties. She is a vision of loveliness. She makes my heart race. I drive to a small greasy spoon that has the best onion rings I have ever tasted. I park the car and we get out and walk to the Diner’s door. I hold the door open for M. She says thank you and walks in, brushing her breasts against my arm as she enters. I slap her ass as she walks past me. She stops and looks at me, with eyes and mouth open wide. I lean.