Just someone to write to, someone who had been through the same sort of junk and also needed a friend.I finally reached the turn, now I had less then ...0 miles to go. Coming into some little small town, I was in need of gas. I turned into some small ragged looking mom and pop convenience store and filled up and got a soft drink. Little did I know that while I had picked up gas, I had also picked up a nail in my tire. I finally reached the little town. I reached for the email to see if I could. Lt.Col. Caldwell had to retire, for his poor handling of the affair, and if you had been here, you could have been sure of a major's commission. You were promoted to brevet-major in absentia, for your courageous leadership at Balaclava, and they would love for you to accept the insignia should you ever find your way back home.Your saviour, Lance Sergeant Malone, was awarded the Victoria Cross after the war. This new medal was chartered to honour the bravest of our soldiers for unselfish acts of. Sarah Palin was planning a campaign event in Indianapolis that weekend, and Pat wanted to do another protest, naked of course. I had to admit it was an effective way to get attention.As soon as the meeting was over, I drove as fast as I could to the safe house. Dov, David, and Jack were waiting for me."You want a drink?" David offered."Sure." Jack and Coke good?" Sure, what's the big emergency?" You know somebody named Mark Horn?" Dov asked."Auburn hair, a little overweight?" That's the one.". " Zakir took another step forward, his short brown hair now soaked and plastered to his head, a few stray wisps moving over his forehead. "If you want to go there's the door." He stepped out from between her and the door motioning with one arm. The new angle gave Amina a perfect view of his sculpted buttocks. The man looked like he had fallen off the cover of one of her romance novels. He even had that evil sneer that turned her legs to Jello. She took a step away from the wall, felt her leg.