He drop the bomb..." Shesniffed and wiped at her forming tears as she fought to answer. "Bombthat..." She sniffed again. "Cause this."I looked over to...Uncle Rick and saw the rage in his eyes. What happenedthat morning was not this woman's fault though.I shook my head gently at him a few times with sadness in my own eyes.The woman continued. "I come here every year or when I can afford to begforgiveness from victims for father's...please forgive...ramblings." Ma'am, I too have a tradition..." I. It was Hannah my oldest daughter that said, “How do I look Daddy? I really like this one but I feel so naked in it. Can I get it? Please.”All I asked was, “Will you really wear it?”Hannah took in a deep breath and said, “Yes, but you haven’t seen it all yet.”Then Hannah turned around to show me the back view. She was actually naked except for a few very thin strings that resembled fishing line running across her back, her waist, and down her butt crack. I had to smile, she looked magnificent. The entire group was split up into four sections and would follow a clockwise pattern through the firearms course. Each station was manned by a squad of specialists from the nearby Army training base and they had been doing this program for several months. Honey was told to join the "D" section and became an official "Dog". All of the sections were pretty much split up 50-50 gender-wise so there was no inference of gender bias. It was naturally assumed that the females would be less talented. From the moment she opened the door that first time, he craved her. He felt it like he never had before when he held her close. She was a rare creature, waiting for him to take her away from the dreariness surrounding her. Lying together felt right. He kissed her hair and smiled. “Abby?” “Hmm?” “Marry me. No teasing, no jokes.” “Sam, you can’t be serious.” “I am. You won’t regret it, I swear.” “You’re crazy. We can’t get married after just one . . .” “We can. Look at me, sweetheart,” he said,.