On Saturday, I arrived early at her place and helped pack then load and drove the truck to her mother’s place. Once we had finished Rene’ offered ...e money for helping. But I refused stating we were friends and that’s what friendship was about. She then asked if I’d be willing to go to dinner with her, her treat.I couldn’t refuse so I asked her when and where. She told me of this little restaurant that she knew and that we’d go on the following night. I agreed and I told her I’d pick her up at. We’d like it if you continue to talk with him occasionally to get a better feel for how things are going there. He’d be a good source of information about how capable the East Vam Army is in terms of establishing when we’ve finished our training mission there.”Colonel Wynn was not surprised by the casual rewrite of what was happening. Finishing the training mission sounded a whole lot better than getting the hell out of there before the Amra military lost all credibility at home. That it was on. My usual style in the RV was to be Gracious Host and all-purpose gofer, setting the table for our meals and preparing dinner for everyone. Preparing microwave dinners didn't exactly require the Iron Chef, but my efforts did take minor amounts of pressure off my two often-tense athletes.Nothing wrong with a little coddling at the end of a hard day.But I was sulking now. I made my own microwave dinner and went outside to eat it, seated some distance from our RV at an outdoor table thoughtfully. The grenade shredded Dole's right side. To this day he has very limited use of his right arm and his right leg. The next time Marco saw him was when Bob and Elizabeth Dole walked into the restaurant one night for dinner. The Doles had no idea that Bob Dole's old Platoon Sergeant owned it. When Marco recognized his old Lieutenant, he informed him that his money was no good in Valle d'Aosta. Every time the Doles eat there Marco insists on picking up the tab.The meal was excellent, but I do not.