”“Target 3, firing. Missile one has hit. Target one is gone.”“Target 4, firing, Target 2 is gone.”“Target 3 is gone.”“Target 4 is gone...”“Targets eliminated, Sir,” said just turned seventeen, Bobby Johnson.“Are you both okay?” asked a concerned Barbara.“For the moment,” answered sixteen year old Michael. “When the reality sinks in that these weren’t just computer images, I’ll probably go to the head and throw up.”“Are you up for some more targets?” asked Grant, “or do I need to get some people. Some of my friends were getting ragged by the seniors but it was not serious.On the 10th day, I was asked by a senior to come to his room. His room was a double bed room but his roommate was not there. There were posters of naked ladies all over the wall. He was from Bihar and he said his name was Pukar. He was a big guy who stood about 6`2” feet. He was hairy and had a wild look in his eyes. I was scared of him at the first instance. I am only 5`4” and he scared the daylights out of me. He. Would I make the walls from solid timber, perhaps four inches thick, or would I now build a timber frame with wattle and daub between?We didn’t have cows nor horses to get dung for the daub, but we had plenty of deer and elk scat we could collect. That might work. Would that be faster? Would it be warmer?In the end, I elected to build the walls from the big, thick timber planks I was splitting. The walls would be at least a palm thick, so there was plenty of width for the auger to drill for. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze artist joined us and, long story short, they went off together.”I’d opened a bottle of Merlot, and now filled glasses for Jazz, my wife, and me. We considered the girls to be a bit too young, although when there was just us, the girls were allowed a little wine with their dinners.“Anyway, it’s lovely to see you both,” I said, smiling. I wasn’t being false: Jazz and I had history – albeit about fifteen years previously when.