Wearing boots, a sleeveless undershirt and camouflage patterned ball cap that covered his medium length, strawberry-blond hair he looked like the epit...me of redneck. Having just arrived home from his job working road construction, his body and clothes were grimy and even he could smell the funk and sweaty residue of his day.As soon as he opened the fly of Tyrone's jeans, Craig was assaulted by the unfiltered, pungent scent and reflexively turned his head and closed his eyes against the odor. A terrible sense of loss: too many good men, lost, gone, given up as a horrible price for a conflict that had not been their choosing, a terrible war that had been thrust upon them. This was no easy walk to victory. This moment had been reached in an endless fight for frozen, agonized footsteps, each step bought with a precious life. Now it seemed their struggle might end in this mud-crusted waste for his remnant, his bloodied handful of survivors who had been his platoon. They had resisted the. You have to stop at the Grand Canyon at least.”“I might do that,” Pepper said. “I’ve never given much thought to touring around the country. It just didn’t seem necessary since I felt that everything I wanted or needed was in Los Angeles. I always felt that I could look at a picture or watch television and see the sights.”“Do you still feel that way?” Dan asked.“No. Some things need to be experienced to be fully appreciated,” Pepper said.“Would you mind listening to a little advice?” Dan. That way I can respond to the crowd. Now let’s write a speech. I probably need to discuss Jesus. Those are some serious Christian audiences.”...A head-comm beeped quietly in Edgar Sorenson’s skull. “Edgar?”“Who else would answer? Hello Armis.”“At 7:30 Madrid time, an apparition will appear over the stadium before the start of the Barcelona – Reál Madrid soccer game. There will be another appearance at the Mexico - São Paolo game later that night. That apparition will be me. You cannot release.