And my heart beats even faster. You tell me that you would love to see my home and we walk together, hand in hand, along the sandy path toward my home.... The sound of the sand crunching between our toes competes with the sounds of song birds who fill the near by trees. Soon we walk together through the front door of my Polynesian home. The home is open air. Warm breezes flow among the rooms. The walls are made of rich koa wood, hand hewn from the surrounding forest. Flowers grow in ever corner. ’ ‘Well sir, why don’t we move the Lewis gun over to the other one, they’re likely to get the best shots at them if they do charge.’ David nodded, ‘Do that Colour Serjeant, in fact we can move more men over to that side.’ David crawled along the line telling the men to follow him as he passed, until he was alongside the Lewis gun. ‘How many magazines to you have left?’ he asked the young Australian gunner. ‘Two,’ came back the reply. David passed the three empty magazines to the men in. Saturday ShiftingDave and Lyn are up early to beat the morning traffic because they have to travel all the way across Atlanta to head for where Mary-Jo Holt lives just south of Vonore, Monroe County, Tennessee. Dave takes the first stint at the wheel to drive along US 23 before switching to Georgia 138 to get on to Interstate 75 to stay on it until they reach US 411 and turn right, then up 411 until they have to go on to the local streets. It’s about three and a half hours of driving if they. "Come in," shesaid. "Follow me."I followed her through what seemed to be some rather random hallwaysthat didn't make much sense and then into what must have been a largelibrary at some point in time. It was dark, lit only by candles in onecorner. "Stay here a 'sec," she said. I stood and waited.She disappeared through an arched doorway and into the darkness. In amoment she lit another candle and I could dimly see her sitting on anold divan in the next room. I was about to move towards.