At least, he had a man who had been trained on a bazooka, but he had never been issued one. I told Andy to send everybody out scrounging for a bazooka...and rockets, both HEAT and WP. Everybody in the squad realized the importance of having a bazooka, so they were eager to find one ASAP. Luckily, the tent next to ours was empty, so I told them to show up there as soon as they came up with the bazooka.Once these details were covered, I went back to see what Maj. Harris had in mind for us to do. Then I was on my own I would think of how good it was to make love to her.One weekend when my wife was a way with her friends June phoned to say that she was going to be shopping near where we lived and she wondered if Sandy would like to join her. I replied “Sandy is away for the weekend but I would be happy to break the habit of a lifetime to go shopping with her.” She hesitated so I said “No problem I just thought you wanted company and I’m at a loose end.” With that she said “ I was. "They stated the obvious, "This looks more like a mess tent than an armory tent."I answer, "Doh! You need to get a gold star! This is the mess tent which was too close to the armory tent. Now are you going to help or get out of the fucking way so I can do my job?"They began to mouth off when Mable comes over and challenges them, "I don't know who the hell you are but if you are not going to help, get the hell out of my mess tent."Mable put the fear of God (or perhaps Mable) into them because. Too, although I make it seem formal, none of this was set out in any discussion, it simply evolved, my wife took less and less interest, turned me down more and more often, I learned most of the time not to ask, rather than be not only turned down, I even tried nagging, which resulted in even less success. A gradual de- cline, negative reinforcement, and observation of trends (a married man learns to be aware of the PMS cycle at any rate, and this worked on a similar part of the monthly ebb.