The woman's screams more likely.I stepped over the body in the doorway, noting that the dead man had grizzled hair, and entered the shady home, expect...ng to find older people than I did. A soldier was turning from a naked child he had been buggering at the edge of a table, her legs dangling. I grabbed his arm and threw him out the door, slashing at him as I did, feeling the blade bite. The child fell to her knees before me, sobbing, looking very small and very frightened. On the other side of. ”Clutching me tightly by the hand, she climbed the farmhouse’s oak staircase two at a time, as if we were retreating from a fire.Her boudoir was 100 per cent feminine, with not a vestige of Uncle Ned’s presence: no muddy gaiters or hob-nailed boots. It was how I imagined a high-class Parisian harlot’s parlour would look. Draped with diaphanous curtains flapping languidly in the breeze, it was filled with a heady perfume. Discarded lingerie lay on the floor. All the pictures on the walls –. They know how to have fun, to be real, to be honest. Your mom calls that rude. I think she's rude." I nodded. "So ... uhm ... your mom and I ... Your mom ... It's nothing about you or your sisters ... It's between us ... We can't ... She's moving out." Really," I said unsure what to feel. I loved Mom even if she could be cold and overly mannered. She meant well. She wanted to raise a gentleman. She managed somewhat. And there were moments--several accumulated over the years--where closeness. Without targets, everyone stopped shooting. The sudden silence was as deafening as the shooting had been.Glen remembered that one of the Special Forces guys had told him that most fire fights last for less than two minutes. He wondered how long this one had lasted. It felt like forever, but he only had enough time to get off four shots and had only fired three times. He imagined that less than two minutes had passed between the first and last shot.He took a minute to scan the field for.