I think I said all the right things and I tried to explain how much I was going to miss his company, probably for the rest of my life. By the time of ...is death, Duncan had become the closest friend that I have ever had, except maybe for Aileen.The first time Aileen and I spoke to each other was at the wake that was held at her and Duncan's parents' house. I'd never met Aileen before because she had been away studying at Edinburgh University. She missed her twin brother very much and we spent. I was set up in a barracks with another airman where we shared a room. I wasn’t much of a gambler and so never went into town. My Tech Sargent was a great guy and helped me get settled in. After a couple weeks of work, he even invited me to his home off base for dinner. I thought a home cooked dinner would be great and so I eagerly accepted. The first evening at my tech sergeants house was a little strange. I was introduced to Betty his wife and he asked me to call him Steve when we were away. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out and crawling in. And while the tower was building itself higher and higher, your fingers started to climb it faster and faster. My lungs working harder than they had ever done, my body not only longer kept warm and wet by the rain that came from steel pipes. But now by the sweat and unholy. The look on his 13 year old son's face went from terror to anger to embarrassment and back to terror. Rob just couldn't take any more."Jimmy," Rob whispered quietly. "Do you still have that .22 pistol in your pack?"Jimmy nodded questioningly. He only kept the pistol for target practice and for sentimental reasons. His dad gave him the pistol as a birthday present when he was ten. It was his first pistol. Jimmy had packed it but didn't have it out and ready because he didn't think it would be of.