There were three tins from Aunt Vicky and four letters from Sharon. He laid back on his cot and began to read them. At some stage during it he fell as...eep, a deep relaxing black sleep.He awoke feeling the chill of evening; the sun was setting. He grabbed his wash bag and towel and headed to the showers. Later in the mess tent eating spam, fritters, chips and beans, he told Cookie there was some tinned food from home for him to pick up.Over the next week the men worked on the trucks and Jeeps. “Rough, yes, but that’s not why I’m over here.”I blinked, not understanding. “What’s up?”“Dawn. You. Explain. NOW.”I arched an eyebrow, a bit taken aback by Kim’s tone. “What?”Kim gave me a knowing look. “There’s morning lovey-dovey Ben and Dawn, and then there’s today. The staring into each other’s eyes while pushing your food around your plates. The unending footsie underneath the table, not to mention the hands on each other’s thigh or forearm. Something’s different this morning, and I want. Your aunt's property taxes aren't that delinquent, and nobody up here pays them on time. Etta usually pays them just before the new appraisals come out, the same as everyone. I guess we could be putting our property in jeopardy, but that's just the way we do things up here."I told him, "I'll take care of those as soon as we land. Meet me at the Cut Bank Airport."When I hung up, I told Lisa to take the controls as I wanted to go to the communications desk and make some more calls.I was curious. He was good with computers. Maybe he could get a bonus too.Sam had always been good in high school, not straight “A’s” but close. And she knew he’d taken some kind of Army test too. She, they, had his transcripts. She’d be getting them out and looking to see if maybe she could make a case to him to join the Army.It was 7:00 a.m. I could see she was wanting to tell me something. I was sure that I knew what it was about.I looked over at her as she put the food on the table. “Honey?” I said.“Sam,.