Things were getting a bit serious. I liked DarkKitten more and more. She was someone totally dependable, fun to be with, had a wicked sense of humour.... I liked her style. We would meet every night. I would tell my wife ‘I’m just playing some more WoW.’ She accepted that, and indeed it was the truth. * DarkKitten loves you. She had used the ‘/love’ emote. Arrgh! Was this just flirting? Was it true? Was our friendship turning into something else? I had no idea where she lived, even, but I. Endlessly telling people the bad news that they already knew. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been. John had thought he had a good no great marrage until three years ago. Even in her mid-forty’s Betty was a still a very beautiful woman but about three years ago she felt she needed a “tune up”. Working in an upscale hospital there was no shortage of plastic surgeons willing to “tune up” Betty pro-bono! Shortly after her “tune up” Betty changed, she started working differ hours, they both worked swing shifts, but were able to co-ordinate their shifts so they worked the same hours. Over the past. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship back in the 70's and stating that it would take about 28 minutes to destroy the entire Soviet Navy if war were to occur.Knowing.