Ron was not able to tell the two apart, even standing less than a yard away.They had a good laugh as Julie said she couldn’t figure out why he kept ...waving at her, and thought it best to stay away from the lunchroom oddball. The bookend sisters told him about trading spots on occasion in classes when one or the other knew the material better, or just to screw around.Ron heard them, but still wasn’t sure which one was talking to him. He thought it was Jenny, but couldn’t be sure. He did know he. He was very proud to serve his nation and did anything he could to become a “perfect soldier”. This “perfect soldier” was 19 when he was shipped off to World War II. One of the places he fought at was Omaha Beach, as one of the first soldiers on the ground for the Normandy Invasion. He recounted stories of how he had grenades strapped to his body, so if he was shot he’d make a big “impression” so the next soldier would have some place to avoid enemy fire. Even at this, my grandfather did not. I'm fine," I pleaded."Honey, if money's a problem. I'll be happy to pay." I suddenly got the irrational idea that she was probing for something, a hint or an idea that she was on to more than she was letting on."Karen, can I be honest with you?" Sure dear." I though I caught just a glimpse of a smile there, but I couldn't be sure. "You can tell me anything." I don't have any identification." I hung my head as if ashamed and in reality I was ashamed. Ashamed of what I had become, of the fact. Once again, I hit the drive-thru window for a Coke, and, once again, the results were encouraging. A different clerk was in the window than the night before, but his reaction was just as exciting: as he handed me my Coke and change, he couldn't keep his eyes off of my legs. As I pulled away from the window, I glanced down and saw that in turning to hand him my money and take the Coke, my skirt had slid up exposing the tops of my stockings. "No wonder he was staring," I smiled to myself. "I.