" she told me worriedly."I will... as much as I can." I wiped another tear away. "Honestly,with Beth like she is now, my whole family is gone... I som...etimeswonder if there's anything more I can really lose." I wish I could hug you right now... Hang in there kid!" she told me."And your whole family is not gone, you know I'm there for you anytimeyou need something! And, I expect a call at least once a week so Iknow you're okay!"I smiled. "Yes Mom," I told her.I heard her suck in a breath. "You. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to propose something here that some of you may reject. I propose that on the combatant side, we establish two groups.The overall name will be the Order of the Spur. For troops that perform honorably in combat, I propose the award of gold spurs. For others, A series of training, tests, and evaluation by senior NCO’s will be required for award of silver spurs. All others in the command will only be authorized black spurs. And then only members of the Calvary. Well... At least not during my waking life. But ever since that day... I keep on dreaming that same dream every single night. Whatever I do, whenever I go to sleep whenever I close my eyes... I'm in that ruin. It's warm inside. Someone has lit a fire. Outside the pouring rain. I and my fellow black cats play around. We're waiting. Waiting for our mistress to drag another young man into her spell. She's good at that, oh, she's good! No wonder, you should have seen how she dragged me into this.. That set off a series of events that led to Jen being adopted by the Thorne's, and to her eventual enlistment to the Marines. With the training she had from her father, she was taken into officers training quickly and then later into the special ops area. That was where she teamed up with Jon (Jonny) Doel, Mark Carver and Jason Waters.That was a great time for Jen. She was both the little sister and den mother. But, she could operate any firearm ever made, handle any explosive device ever.