There will be other troops there to process you. Don't deviate from your course in any way or someone will be forced to shoot you. Do you understand?"...I understand," he said. He started walking.When he reached the point between the pillboxes he found several platoons of MPG soldiers there. He was scanned again for weapons and then another soldier stepped forward and utilized a chip scanner on him."Lieutenant Eric Callahan?" the voice asked in his ear."It's Captain Callahan now," he said. 'She sighed. 'It's not always easy, re-marrying a much older man. He — well, let's just say he can't always do his duty. It's getting worse lately — I try hard, but it doesn't seem to do any good. Last night, I — I wanted it desperately, but it was no use. I worked on him with my hands, my mouth, everything ... the only thing that gets him going is telling him about the men who've had me.'She took another swallow of lager, and when she put her glass down our fingers touched again, but she. All I had to do is maintain correct spacing on her aircraft. I found myself falling back into my role as instructor as I checked and rechecked our navigation. I clipped on my mask as we both again went on oxygen before we ascended to altitude. The Warthog was designed as a low-level assault aircraft but planners had included a very sophisticated OBOGS (On Board Oxygen Generating System) that concentrated the atmospheric gases at altitude and then used a series of scrubbers to remove nitrogen. He grabbed her hand and said, "Show me."It was as if someone had told her it was Christmas morning. Her face actually glowed, and she eagerly led the way, pulling him along to a side entrance. They hurried past the doors to the reception hall, turning the corner to where the restrooms were. Luckily, no one was there. The storage room was unlocked, just as she'd said. She went in first and turned to him as he shut the door behind him.He took a moment to drink her in. All five feet of her in a.