I worry most that the fuckers are going to attrit us. The coalition is losing support in Europe, for God's sake. If it weren't for Iraq taking the hea...t, the news media would be here in greater numbers and would be telling the folks at home the truth." Okay, Miller. You know the problem. What's the solution?" You asked. There is no military solution. Understand that. We're treating this as a war with strategy and tactics from the past. It isn't a war, Bradford, we're fighting a disease. A. "And Sss... since your mom gave me the picture of you, I uhm... didn't need to take that picture like I told you I was," Joey quickly made up. I gave him a quick grin at his near miss."Okay, last but not least... " I said, handing Joey the smallest box of the bunch.He looked at me with a frown when he shook it and couldn't hear anything. "What. Is it empty?" Why don't you open it and find out," I teased.He did so, ripping the paper off in one stroke."Shit, Tim. You put enough tape on the box?". Kazan screamed as the horizon flew towards him, certain that he was about to die. The fear generated adrenaline was coursing through his entire body when the car came to rest barely a foot from the exposed and unguarded edge.He was so startled by his brush with imminent death, that Kazan didn’t take notice of the engine shutting off or the ensuing silence for several minutes. It was another sound that brought his attention back to the present and made him start looking around. The buzzing sound. But there it was. The dark hazel gaze, intense and mesmerizing, strangely familiar and comforting. The driver was turned toward me, smiling. “Are you alright, lovely?”, he said in a smooth voice. I nodded and, despite myself, smiled, and I’m pretty sure I continued to nod and smile dumbly even after he had turned his attention back to the suffocating traffic. Suddenly I felt embarrassed for everything. My constant whining swears, my anger, and strangely, even for my abrupt state of calm and.