The restaurant, we are going to, is also a catering hall. The restaurant part, has many rooms that are broken up into smaller intimate rooms. All the ...ooms have working fireplaces in them. The lightening is dim, and there are beautiful pictures hung on the walls. The restaurant is crowded, and there is soft Italian music playing in the background.The hostess takes me to a booth, in the corner of the restaurant. I am noticing, that the table cloth hangs over the table and it hits the floor. I. At this point, I wished I had banged Susie if only to prove to myself that mom could not guess right - it was a waste of mental effort of course.Then she hissed, "That little tramp is sucking you off isn't she Gary?" Her arms falling to her side, the fingers shaped into claws.I turned to her in shock and surprise - was every guy tormented by a mother that could read them so well? "Mom!"Mother calmed down slightly, but she looked and sounded suddenly very tired. "Well you wouldn't be ruining. They had no food, extra clothing, shelter, nothing. Many of them were waiting to be found so they could surrender they were so hungry. It was from one of them that our interrogators learned of a large group that was several klicks upriver from us. According to the laborer they were talking to the group was hungry and demoralized and he was sure that with only a little persuasion they would all surrender.Taking two of the larger boats we had captured about twenty of our officers and men boarded. Someone had been planning ahead. They apparently had put their woodshop time to good use. They had put two 2x12 oak boards together and had heavily padded it. It was long enough that it bridged the gap between the two rear seats nicely. No being crammed into the corner. But. There’s always a “but” isn’t there. That put me right smack dab in the middle of the rear emergency door. Anyone remember how much glass there was in the emergency door of those old busses? I pointed this out and was told.