"Are you ok honey? Want something to drink?"I waited for about five minutes for her to get herself under control enough to answer me."I'm sorry grandp..., but seeing those blankets again brought it all back to me. I miss her grandpa, and I remember how she cried when she found out those two baby blankets had been stolen. It all came back to me in a big rush of memories and I broke down. Seeing all those pictures of those men again didn't help matters any. Please tell me I won't have to go through. While they were waiting for Soft Touch to be finished and tested, Doug had worked on arming Kitty Hawk with rockets. He worked up a variation on the fire starter to act as an igniter. One was used for the propulsion system and one was used for the warhead. Kitty Hawk carried 12 rockets, and they were quite effective, judging from the results on the test range. Doug hoped never to have to use the rockets, but he was glad to have them if they were ever needed.It was a beautiful day when Soft. "Do you know that I have seriously begun to reconsider my choice of careers, Phillipe? I wonder if I am too old to begin vocal training. What do you think, Phillipe? My voice is passable, is it not? I think I would cut a dashing figure as a leading man on the opera stage. Yes, that way I would have a reason to be close to my wife and I would not be a pest by hanging around the stage all day. That way I could see my wife whenever I wished. No, wait. No. If I were the leading tenor, I would have. "That doesn't matter," said Alice from the doorway."Sorry didn't see you there," said Terry."We could just go for a walk or something," suggested Alice."Great," enthused Terry, "let me get this finished and I'll be with you." How come you never kissed me?" whispered Alice who had plucked up enough courage to ask the all importance question.Terry stop suddenly and Alice had walked on a couple of steps before she too stopped. An uncomfortable silenced existed for a few seconds."Well?" said.