And how sweet her skin tasted, and the squirts in my face when we….The tears formed again. When will I stop crying? When can I forget how free we we...e with each other? When can I forget how good it felt, how every day was exciting? How I could forget everything, being with her, loving her…. Now it was quiet. They were all asleep, the babies were in bed. Now she was all alone with the pain. They took my little stuffed kitten, the one I kept hidden from them, the one I held onto to take away the. She put her hands on her hips and one foot went forward to leave her in a wide, well balanced stance.The smile I'd pasted on my face slipped a bit."I value honesty in a man, Bob," she said, her voice low."Um ... as you should," I said weakly."Those aren't my skates, Bob," she said.I tried to look outraged. "What?! You mean that evil woman slipped me a ringer?!" My mother wouldn't do that," she said firmly. "She doesn't care enough to go to the effort of finding another pair of skates like. I scuttled up close enough to listen in on their conversation and was surprised that the Colonel in charge of the train unit was taking command of our recently arrived contingent from Savannah. I was even more surprise to discover that we would all be getting back on the same ship and sailing back down the coast to the port of Wilmington in North Carolina about halfway back on our recently traveled route up the coastline.I kept that knowledge to myself because I knew it would not go down well. '' I heard from behind me as I walked through the airport. I turned around to see my Uncle with a big smile on his face. I struggled to recognise him at first, he'd changed so much since the last time I saw him.What was once a rather porky looking man was now a stocky looking stud. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt that showed his arms off to the world, arms of muscle and tattoo's. His shorts came down to just above his knee and I could see another tattoo just above his ankle.''Uncle Robert, I can't.