. not really. My husband seldom mentioned any of the men in his platoon by name. I don't recall anyone named Luke." Well ... let me tell you what I've...learned. PFC Hightower was assigned to your husband's platoon almost as soon as he arrived in Kabul. He is a big man; six-foot-four, two hundred-and-forty pounds of what was described by one of his mates as 'solid granite.' He loved the Marine Corps, and he virtually worshipped your husband. Apparently, he had saved Hightower from a sniper early. “You need to get a room, mate” I heard a voice say this in a heavy Australian accent. I turned around & noticed a foreigner walk past me with his girlfriend. He winked as he passed. I noticed that the girl had a mischievous smile on her lips. I looked towards Shweta. She wasn’t even a bit embarrassed though. We continued walking & soon arrived at the night club. We had a great time with great music, huge crowd & a few cocktails. It was way past 12 when we decided to get back home. We reached. "I'm glad to meet you." I didn't see that hate in her eyes that had been there before. Instead, I saw fear and maybe, just maybe, a bit of remorse. As I watched, a tear traced it's way down her cheek. Her body was erect and rigid. It looked uncomfortable."She looks rather..." I began."Yes, she is, but I require proper posture and Gayle is anxious to comply." So how did this come about?" I took your advice to heart. I knew I would have to leave or turn the tables on Gayle, so I set a trap for. There was a aunty in tight blue Punjabi salwar suit on driving seat. I noticed that car’s glass were solid dark. She greeted me and started driving the car.Then we chatted bout here and there. And finally reached the flat of chandni. But there was a big surprise for me that there were no one at her except chandni. Her friend with whom I came was named divya. We were only 3 there. I asked about other friends, she told 2 other friends cancelled the Plan due to some urgent work. I said ok. Then we.