This is the life, I thought. About 7:30 her beeper went off. Karen in exasperation looked at it, stood up and said, ‘I have to go in to the hospita.... I better change first.’ She looked nice, clean white t shirt with a big red cross and saying Give Blood for Life! Appropriate, Huhh? White shorts, and red high gloss sneakers made her elegantly casual. ‘You just showered and changed into fresh cloths. Why would you change them again when you’ll still have to change yet again into scrubs when you. But today she didn’t care. She was going in and to hell with what the person thought. It was what she was born with and she didn’t feel as though there was anything wrong with the way she was built.Once inside she walked over to the desk and was asked by a very attractive girl sitting behind the desk if she could be helped.“Yes, I would like a good massage to work out all these kinks I have.”“That is what we do here”, the girl said. “Have you been here before?”“No, in fact this is the first. John was writing even as he spun his revolver into his holster. Holding the note up the younger man nodded.“He says anymore? Now where are they? I can track them but killing them faster has a far better taste. You will talk there are a lot worse things that you can survive than dying.” The rest looked at the older man but remained silent. “Honestly mister I didn’t know I was just hired to watch the horses. I...”John held up another note, then drew his revolver shooting the man between the eyes.. As I sat in my relatively comfortable seat I thought of the last time I had gone to war; in a luxurious cruise liner no less, the QE II. Of course we had travelled squaddie class and didn't have white coated stewards waiting on us hand foot and finger. It took nearly 5 weeks to get down to the Islands, and I made some good mates amongst 3 Para, my travelling companions. There were two Para lads who were even younger than I was and the three of us spent much of our off duty time together. One of.