First to go from Third Squad would be Private Hollis from Alpha Three. Riley and I explained the procedure to Bravo Three, since we had both done this...on our first tour.Otherwise, the smiling little yellow ducks went about their business, the business of getting shot at by everybody with a BB gun. It sucks to be a smiling little yellow duck. At least once a week somebody would start firing at Anaconda Three, which usually didn’t do much but occasionally hit something. If it hit something. 00. Selfish? Probably. The announcement barely got a grunt from behind the newspaper. He probably didn’t care whether I was there or not. He didn’t even ask me what I was doing. I just said it was at school and left it at that. It implied work but he didn’t ask; I didn’t tell. All it meant was he’d have to put his own leftovers in the microwave instead of me doing it. I was still expected to do the washing up, apparently. The art class was at the school where I had grown from a girl into a. ’ ‘Oh well,’ Jo said, ‘we’ll just have to lie here and chat to Mike.’ ‘Now you two,’ I said smiling, ‘tell me how you got on with Amy this afternoon.’ So they told me the story of their afternoon together. All through this we hear Amy next door. I don’t know what he was doing to her but she was enjoying it. Unfortunately my imagination was working overtime and, to be honest, I was getting just a little bit excited myself. Lena and Jo had finished telling me about he afternoon so I was also. The thermometer read 25 degrees. I was sitting in my car, warming it up at the apartment complex where I live, when suddenly, I heard a thud and felt my car rock. I knew instinctively, from having been in auto accidents, that someone had struck my car. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw another car, one that had backed into me.My first thought was not a good one. What type of idiot would back into another car? That thought was quickly vanquished when I and the other driver got out to.