"That was really scary, 'cause of a whole bunch of reasons. People there knew my mom ... and the place was kinda dangerous. There was this one time I ...as out ... nd I heard gunshots ... that scared the shit out of me ... I pissed myself I was so scared ... I mean ... here I was out running around naked and someone's shooting off a gun, and I was wondering if they'd seen me and were shooting at me ... That night I nearly got caught, 'cause people were coming out of their apartments and I could. I was young and had top sergeant emblems on my collar. I pulled my float across the hanger deck and stopped at the wide desk. A junior sergeant glanced up and then smiled and leaned back, “Well, what do we have here. You are out of uniform.”He held out his hand, “ID tags.”I smiled and tossed them across the table. He shook his head and thumbed them and then sat frozen. I leaned over the desk as the other passengers from the shuttle watched, “After I check in, you will report to me. Is that. I missed those eyes and hated being so detached from my twin, but loved seeing his eyes look upon me for that second until he realized that I had noticed him. The scowl that had creased his face since that first day returned, a mask hiding his true feelings. I tried to reach my hand up to touch his that held the metal bed rail to apologize in a simple touch, but just lifting fingers was too much exertion. A wet, hot tear burned, fighting to escape my closed eyes, I had never wanted my pain to. The only caveat in the policy was when a player didn't like the way he was being utilized he had to come with his coach and be straightforward and forthright over his issues. There was no going over anyone's head in Jared Winslow's football world. "Man Up, or Man OUT" would be on the door to his field office and on his desk. It dove-tailed with his work credo; Know. Know your job, ask questions until you do. Trust. Trust in yourself, trust in your skills, trust in your teammates and their.