“Not many bosses would go that far to stick their necks out for their employees.”“It’s the least I can do,” he says. “I mean, we’re supp...osed to help out of fellow men and women, right?”“That is true,” she agrees.He pulls into the apartment complex and asks, “Which one are you in?”“It’s right there on the corner, top floor,” she answers, pointing in the direction of her apartment. “Thank you so much, Alan Denning.”He pulls into a parking space. “It’s no problem. I hope your day turns out. " So, exactly where are you going with this?" Simple. We'd like you to let yourself be drummed out of the service."Did he just say what I thought he just said? Has he heard even half the words I've said???"Let myself??? Like I've any choice at the moment!" I mean, we want you to go quietly. The Secretary of Defense has issued an order admitting you to West Point for distance courses to get an officer's rank." West Point? The United States Military Academy, THAT West Point?" Yes, I'm talking. She is screaming now, but the sound is barely audible. “Please wait, my darling. We need something to get you out of that dress, don’t you think?” I leave her, pick out a pair of scissors in the store, from one of the closest racks, and return. On my way back, I see something that catch my attention. Electrical toothbrushes. I grin. Why not? A grab one with me, and a squash. And some tape. I am glad I brought the last, because my little victim has nearly spit out the improvised gag. It makes me. When I was satisfied with my appearance I gave my reflection a little nodof approval then picked up my earrings, hooking the wires through mypierced earlobes. One of the advantages of being in a large prisoner ofwar camp with men drawn from every walk of life was that whatever skillyou needed there was almost certainly someone who possessed it, whetherthat skill lay in jewellery making, ear piercing, or even cobbling. Ilooked down at my feet, and at the stylish women's heels I was wearing.Boots.