‘And then the ice queen said…’ Suddenly, three sharp taps sounded on the window. The group fell silent. Surely something had been knocked again...t the window. Perhaps it had begun to hail? But no, the sound came again… three sharp taps. The peasant pulled on his overcoat and hat then went out to see what was the matter. Outside, his eyes grew wide as he took in the great white bear that stood as tall as he, even though it was on all four paws. He thought of running back to the door but knew. He lied about his age and went into the corps when he was 16. He taught his son and grandson all about hand to hand fighting and shooting. They also learned woodsmanship and about living frugally off the land from birth. Even with Congressional pull the TVA still took the old house and barn and almost all the farm. What was left though, what grandpa’s friendship with the congressman allowed them to keep, was enough for the family to live on if they worked in town. They fought and managed to. .not much joy though. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my friend sitting up as if to shift position, and I do the same.She reaches for the sun cream, and starts trying to rub it into her shoulders, and reaching round her back. After a minute or so of trying, she stops and looks around. Seeing me looking in her direction, she gets to her feet, and heads my way, sun cream bottle in hand. My heart starts pounding."Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you." she says sweetly, in a lovely English. I dragged him to the wall and tossed him over. Steve came over the wall and we went after guard number two.He was positioned on top of a lower inner wall and came to his check point where he should have met the first man we killed. When he wasn't greeted as planned he dropped off the wall to look for his buddy. He jumped into our waiting arms. Steve nearly took his head off. We left him into the shadow of the wall and approached the house.We moved as silently as a pair of ghosts. We were about.