When the two girlsentered the aeroplane, however, their stomachs sank as they saw theother members of the crew for the flight."Ah, Mademoiselle Hought...n," Jacques oozed as he saw Anna-Jade boardthe plane. "It is just as I say: women cannot tear themselves away fromme!" There's SOMETHING I want to damn well 'tear away' from you..." Anna-Jadehissed as she took her seat and listened to the pilot address the crew.After the briefing finished, Anna-Jade breathed a sigh of relief asJacques took his. . this shit.”“Katie, look, as soon as I can get out of it, I will. I’d be doing deployments almost anywhere we went anyway...”Her expression changed to shocked disbelief.“Seriously? You’re going to compare this to a normal unit? One where they schedule deployments months in advance instead of hours, and one where I can at least know where you’re going or at least find out where it was after you get back?”The unspoken word was “if”. Katie wasn’t as naïve as some of the wives – she knew that many. I was at a Dead show at the Coliseum in Oakland during the New Year's run in 1980, and the guy I was with started having a bad trip.I think maybe he got into some bad mushrooms or something, because he got sick and was really seeing some weird shit. I never cared much for shrooms, I guess, because I had to eat a fair amount before they affected me, and they always made me nauseous.LSD, on the other hand, I could gobble like aspirin, and during that period in my life, I never went to Dead show. He took the orange marmalade and I opened the jar containing the lime preserve. "That is too strong for me, especially the thick rind stuff that Mum buys." It's the one I prefer," said Dad, scooping out a generous portion and depositing on the first slice of toast."What about Mum, which one does she prefer?" I asked. Strangely given the number of breakfasts we'd shared I didn't know. I couldn't actually remember her ever putting marmalade on her toast."She doesn't like either variety,".