I looked over at that poster again."What's that one?" I asked."Well, that's complicated," he said.I smiled, but didn't tell him why."There are sub spe...cialties within the Military Occupational Specialties. That guy might be an MP dog handler, which means his MOS started out as 95 Bravo, but then he went into the 31 series, which is dog handler. But you can have guard dogs, and bomb dogs and patrol dogs, all of which are different sub specialties. He could be an Eleven Bush with a patrol dog. Or. Even after this long, he still hurt every time he thought about how Carol had betrayed him, had flown to LA that last time, how she had intentionally and coolly tried to deceive him... and he still had the pictures of her fucking Tony to prove it. No passion of the moment causing her to surrender to Tony, she had planned and plotted and lied to make it happen. So deliberate. How do you ever get past that? How do you ever trust that person again? Even if you wanted to.Yet as far as their kids. He turned back but turns again, this time he made a sign of binocular, making me understand to see towards them. I nodded my head in helmet. He went to Neetu and she was still on the driving seat. He went to her window and started to have conversation with her.After a minute she came outside and both headed to the bonnet. The guy opened the bonnet and she was keenly looking inside. The guy opened the cork of the radiator and said something to Neetu. Neetu looked at him in exclamation and nodded. Walking into the main room, I noticed my brothers Xbox 360 was on. "Tsk tsk," I said, shutting off the t.v., I always have my door locked, to keep my brother away from my video games, but I noticed in reflection of the off television set, a light coming from where my shut door is located, spinning around, I saw my door open.Whipping around, I was at my door in milliseconds. Naked and all, my anger trumped my embarrassment at the moment. I pushed open the door, expecting to see him on the floor,.