Dan recalled talking to his father, Sergeant Major (Retired) William Miller about his experiences in Vietnam. His dad had been a "Lurp", a member of t...he Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols that had become the 75th Rangers. One of their missions had been to "Take back the night from Charlie". Here they held the night, and planned on keeping it.The point man lifted his hand and issued a sharp challenge. Dan hastened forward to meet with the leader of the Iraqi Police unit who's path they had. He was looking all around the room, not at me.“I heard a scream! What happened? Is everyone okay?”“Everything’s fine, Dan! It was only a dream.” Tara’s voice was reassuring and calm.She reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. My eyes blinked in the light as I lay there, holding the sheets up to my chin, staring wide-eyed at my brother. He stood in the doorway in his t-shirt and boxers. He’d obviously bounded out of bed and burst in here, expecting to find us being attacked by some masked. Look at the hangars, will you. Oh, look Tracy. This place is gorgeous! I wonder if he would sell it?"Grif heard since he had shut the engine off and was moving to help everyone out. "I doubt there is anyway you can buy this place Sheila. You saw the brochures. This was the man's lifelong dream. Those are not usually for sale."The main fishing operation, and four of the double occupancy cottages had been moved down to a site on a bend in the Shaktoolik River, about nine miles from the village of. Until finally I decided to let him come over and give us his pitch. I had seen his picture on his card; he was attractive, but older, and I knew he was married from the phone. Todd was surprised that I agreed to a sales call, until I told him what I had in mind. We have nanny-cams in a couple places in the house (I’m a bit overprotective I’m told, but you can never be too safe). Anyway, I told Todd we’d meet in the living room, to get it all on camera, and I’d flirt as much as I needed until.