It wasn't like I'd gone out looking for somebody.I'd completely forgotten about the offer Billy and I had made to my father until I drove into Billy's...yard and saw him and Billy standing by his old Studebaker talking together. Billy was holding up several thin discs he'd cut from various types of wood. It looked to me like he was giving my father a crash course in Hardwoods 101. That meant my father must have decided to accept our offer."Hey pop, you ready to go get that Mustang?" Hi Yutch, you. God she smelt good.He had to do something ... he knew what he'd do, reach out to her, put his arm around her waist. If she suddenly woke up or protested he'd pretend he'd been asleep and must have instinctively reached out thinking it was his wife Beth, apologize and hopefully all would be well. He did just that, arm around her waist and snuggled up close. He felt her body stiffen and then relax, saying nothing, just continual gentle breathing.She was awake he thought ... she'd felt his arm. " Mum, you know I want that car running right." She turned to Jim, "I'd be very glad to have you look at it ... with one condition."He looked puzzled, as well he might."I want to help. I want to learn about engines and how they work, and how to fix them when they go wrong."There was a long pause. A very long pause ... then;"OK. It's a deal. Can I work in your garage?"Petra's mother nodded."Could I have a look?"Petra took him out to the double garage, smiling inwardly, and genuinely excited at. We sat and discussed the ins and outs of sniping, velocity, windage, what a weapon will print at over a mile, a feeling each other out conversation. Towards lunchtime, he pulled out a stack of forms, signed them and handed them to me. He told me to take them to the head shed and then meet him at chow. I left and curiosity got to me, I peeked at the forms. They were travel vouchers sending me to Fort Bragg and the U.S. Army Special Warfare Training Center's SOTIC program. Special Operations.