I thought it would also give me a chance to ride my new bike. Bobby was all for it. Wearing a pair of hiking boots, jeans and a long sleeve shirt over...my two-piece bathing suit, I took my helmet for safety’s sake for the ride to the pond. I packed my backpack with water, soft drinks, sandwiches, pickles and a beach towel.I went down to the barn with Bobby, and what do I see but my old Indian Chief looking like the day it came out of the showroom. Bobby was grinning at me as I stood there,. .. more than once.Air combat ... if you lived through it, it was a great teacher. The veterans learned lessons never forgot.Surprise, surprise, surprise Sgt. Carter ... although, in this case it was Sgt. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site with chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a southern prewar military base ... except ... there seemed to be a lot of deep dark tans.. Yes! Definitely a true Scot. He gave me a dirty wink and I took the hint. I slowly started stroking his penis with my fingers enjoying the look on his face as he grew in my hand. I tugged on his sack and played with his balls in my hand. I knew I was driving him crazy. I loved wanking him in a courtyard full of people and did it subtly enough so need that no-one could tell. He offered me a cigarette and we both smoked while I continued to stroke his stiffening cock so that it was almost erect.. He was dead, lying face up in the mud with his chest ripped open I could see some of his ribs. I got to my knees, shook my head and then saw my friend Jim tied to a tree near a campfire. Dawn was coming on pretty fast, and the Redcoats were taking turns deviling Jim with their bayonets and brands from the fire. I squinted and tried to ignore my throbbing head. It looked like one of Jim's ears was about gone and his shoulder was bleeding.Captain Foster, George, Matthew and two new recruits lay,.