”Hailey sat down next to her friend. She could see that he was hurting. She put her arm around him and leaned her head next to his. “What you need...is friend Dakota,” she whispered back. She squeezed him. “Thanks, Hailey, ugh…I’m acting like a girl again…” Dakota said with disgust.“Hey, I resemble that remark mister.”“Sorry, I meant I don’t do manly well. I have been picked on my whole life, and it is just ….”Hailey put her finger on his lips. “Shhhh.” The two misfits, a runt, and shy introvert,. "Dad's just done it."Susan laughed and moved towards her youngest daughter and husband, watching them almost with envy. At that moment, both Joey and Monica also started to make a loud noise. Her attention caught by the sound, Susan turned and looked at her eldest daughter and youngest son, smiling at their antics. Turning back to a sullen FJ, she motioned him towards her. "Come on." You promise?" asked FJ.Susan nodded. "I promise." All right." FJ was a bit grudging, but he accepted her. ..I pulled out my old .45 from underneath the driver's seat and tucked it into my pants behind my back. The world felt safer and happier already. Like the know-nothings at the Army, the Marines had switched along with nearly everyone else to the 9mm Baretta 92. Meh. Even the freaking Air Force had the sense to ignore this turkey and stick with their old .38 revolvers. Anyone on the sharp end of things in the Afghanistan or the Big Sandbox down in Iraq had the sense to grab an old trusty. Same rank badges as the adults. Red wedge cap."The figure rapidly took on the uniform that Samantha was describing. "Looks like someone left their collection of Mounties out in the rain, and they shrank," someone commented, and the room had a brief burst of laughter."We can use that for the Monday training," suggested Chaz, "but I think we need something for every day. Let's see about a daily dress, maybe something along the lines of the Fort Henry Guards?"Another 3-D copy of Daniel Bachelor.