"Hello Ev, it seems to be coming along," I said."Yes it does. Have you talked to the bank yet," he asked."No but I do have a contract of sorts ready f...r you to look over. Use it as a guild when you write your contract. It includes the wording we used, with a lot of liberal wording to help you. What I think would be a good idea is for me to work out a deal with the bank, but the marina then pays your charge back as part of the boat build. Then we can work on it from there." That would be fine,". The headstone, provided by the Veterans’ Administration, was simple:Samuel L. JonesMedal of HonorSSgt.IraqU.S.M.C.The dates of birth and death followed that, with the last line reading:Purple HeartNo mention of all the men he saved that day when he launched a one-man counterattack to draw the attention away from those of us who were trapped.Yes ... I said “us.”My best friend ... the best friend I had ever had ... had died saving me.Thanks to Sam, we were able to organize ourselves and launch. We started chatting after she ordered. She had a vodka martini of all things. I had imported beer. The local beer was awful. Her name was Nicole. My name for the purpose of the story is Kira, if you will. And yes, I'm as secretive as the guy helping me put this story on paper. :)Nicole asked about me a bit, and I told her some basic facts about my move here and my job. Her voice was quite deep, pleasant, and she had something like a Serbian or Croatian accent. I actually took a course with a. He must have too. He started the car and drove me back to the dorm. He never said another word to me, not even goodnight."I could feel Amy's compassion coming out as Leah told her story. I found myself wondering whether Leah had ever talked about her college experiences with anyone before. For some reason, I think that this was doing her as much good as it was Amy."C'mon, squaw, move your lazy butt," Hanna told Eve with a giggle. "Your time is up."I opened my eyes at the sound of her voice to.