Mostly it involves just doing physicals. They have about a hundred people. You can do that. Right?’ ‘Yes sir.’ Was all Phillip said, which was a...lso the only reply the Captain wanted to hear. Shortly after he returned to his quarters, he heard a car drive up and when he looked out the small window he saw a young sailor hold the rear door open. Long silk covered legs came into view before an elegant middle-aged woman emerged. ‘I’m Captain Overmire’s wife, Madge.’ The woman said. ‘I hope you can. So it was not a really up-beat man that heard the phone ring thatearly spring morning. Not only was it still early and he hadn't had anycoffee yet, but he had been up late and had a few beers, and he justcouldn't handle liquor anymore. "Hello," he mumbled with a foggy head, "Whatcha want?" "Hi," a bright female voice spoke to him, "Are you JeremyNichols?" "Yeah, who's this?" "Don't you recognize your agent? This is Jennifer." "Christ, I haven't heard from you in years, ever since you. Just then a couple of other nurses came in and walked towards us.“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. O’Dell?”“Yes.” I answered.“The doctor will be out with you in a bit. He is looking at some post-op x-rays and watching a video of the procedure.”“Admiring his work?” Lynn was still a little on edge.“No, checking to see that everything was done right. We do a post-op evaluation. He is doing a quick gloss over and the surgical team will go over it later in more depth.” She smiled and walked away.“Wait! When can we. His body was weak and frail. The man before me, breathing with the assistance of an oxygen concentrator, was no longer the man that most people would stop and admire. I am sure he would be passed over as just another old man with little value to the world. His eyes were mere faded slits, no longer the piercing blue of his youth. His legs were skinny and white. Bones could easily be seen through the paper-like skin that surrounded them.He had not always been like this. In his youth, he had stood.