My warstoryThis story begins just before the war. I was a shy, slim boy at almost18 years, living in a forsterhome for parentless boys, and I wanted t...odo my part. I had alway been a strange boy, feminine, slim, withsomething that might look like tits. I was focus for a lot of attensionfrom some boys and teachers, they liked my apperance. Basicly I wantedto get away. So I joint up for warservice, unfortunaly I was not strongand fit enough, so they where almost ready to dischange me, when one. " Shepaused. "Shit. Strawberry blonde. That's the color. Andit's the name of that damned beer. How in the hell did theydo it?"Carl was in no mood to debate the point. He sipped a bit oftea and tried to eat the toast Janet had brought him. Itwasn't long before he was obviously not going to eat or drinkany more, and he fell asleep as she left the room.Carl felt somewhat better Sunday morning as Janet brought insome breakfast. In spite of not having eaten since yesterdaymorning, he felt. I was in no rush. I’d had a couple of past not-so-great experiences of getting over-heated and nearly ill in saunas. I told her I would be along later. As I found out from Kelly afterward, she had to turn on the heater in the sauna to get it going and it took almost fifteen minutes to get up to temperature.I had gone back into the pool for a few laps and then back to hot-tub to relax. I had my eyes closed when I heard the door open. A man perhaps a couple of decades older than me had joined us.. Mike and Mary didn't know Burns and Collier, but Mike had lost a partner before to the hazards of Police Duty.They recalled the latest updates on the "Bigfoot" abductions as they lay talking before they fell asleep. The troopers who had been sent to Grayling to round up the "witness" found no such person living there and the address he gave was non-existent as well. The locals just said they knew him as a guy who had a fishing camp somewhere up towards the Innoko River. That was still a lot of.