Politicians make bets with our sorry butts as collateral, and we get to pay up. It happens all the time in the military, so get used to it!"Someone el...e said, "Hey Barney! You roomed once with Roscoe Buckminster, and his dad was a good friend of the President, did he ever talk about him?" Barney" Barnes looked thoughtful for a minute, and then replied."Yeah he did. It was kind of funny; no one even suspected Roscoe knew the President at all until after 9-11 when his dad died at the Pentagon.. Jeffry" i said. then she sat across of me, then i saw her hand rubbing her inner thy. she ask me "how old are you?" "13" i said "you?" "im 13 turning 14 tomorrow" "oh sweet". it was 3 minuets when i gave her a single to come with me, and she followed me. still in our bathing suites, we walked out side the pool and walked about 2km and then we went left, which lead us to a tree house. "whats this place?" she said after i knocked on the trunk of the tree. "its the tree house of fun" i said, as i. A labyrinth of narrow streets, cobblestone pavement and still life of postcard picturesque tourist traps. A turn around the corner and a new scene, another turn and a secret backyard oasis. I know the kind. The epitome Old Town. This is old Europe, a foundation cornerstone for the skyscraper metropolis madness that threatens to shade out everything else. But here, the footsteps of history from Hansa to Holocaust still echo. Now a petite cliché to Japanese flocks herded by in a flurry of Fuji. All but one of the hardened, and quite obviously emotionally stable adolescents were in some state of teary reflection, varying between a quiet, almost meditative grieving, to unrestrainedly loud and broken claims that "he had so much left to do!" To an outsider it may have appeared that the English teacher was quite a hero to this class, which to the same outsider may have appeared rather strange.The one boy who was not reduced to tears refrained from doing so because his mind was distracted.