He knew that I had a commitment today. It was about a 15-minute jog back to the barracks and I passed many Italians along the way. They always seemed...to get a kick out of us jogging on the city streets. I made my way back to the barracks, showered, dressed and made it to the mess hall for lunch. Charlie was there and he was glad to see that I made it. ‘I was starting to worry about you bud.’ ‘Yeah, I was a little delayed this morning.’ Charlie and I finished our lunch and then walked to where. We chatted in the family room, looking out the windows over the big back deck, where we could watch the water as it flickered around in the cold wind. George eventually gave in and told Abby all about his movie company, regaling her with stories about movie stars, epic productions, near disasters and other things of interest to them both. I watched the water and enjoyed doing nothing.At one point George asked if we might like to see how they make movies in the modern era and Abby nearly jumped. .. uh... you know... good."Her eyes flickered a little at this appraisal. She quickly recovered though. "And you look good too. Really good. You've put on some weight."He choked back on the urge to say, so have you. Instead, he said, "Yeah, and I got rid of the glasses too. Nothing like laser surgery, huh?"She laughed as if that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard."And look," he said, opening his sport coat to show her the Pierre Cardan shirt beneath. "No pocket protectors either."This. The big invention was the drainage holes in the bottom. If they got water inside, it drained out as you wore them. You might need to change socks, but the boot itself would dry out. Even military used surplus, they cost fifty bucks.The boots were worn with the issued fatigues in a dark forest green of the game wardens outfit. I didn't thing the jungle camouflage was a good idea. Especially not where there might be armed men. The idea was not to sneak up on anybody. The idea was not to have them.