Mrs. Roberts is an up and coming reporter at NBC." How nice," I said. "Sounds like a good profession." Well I like it," she informed me. "If you would...have a seat, we can get started. Would you like a cup of coffee?"Actually, I would yes," I said.Some even younger woman brought the coffee to me. It wasn't great coffee, but it wasn't all that bad either."So are you ready to begin?" she asked."Why not," I replied."I haven't seen your show, but I have heard a lot about it. How much of it was. Miles: We can build a rack of some kind inside the barrel to slow smoke the meat instead of using the top of the can. We can remove the barrel to feed the fire.Me: Yes we just need vents in the barrel for the smoke to escape. We can use the hatchet to drive the skinning knife into the plastic to make the vent holes and the holes to rig the rod.We both went around gathering the bits and pieces of the smoker. It took just about five minutes to assemble the parts. Then Miles gathered small pieces. "Williams, give her a hand with this. Put it across the mule." Budzinski passed his end of the weapon to Williams and disappeared into the smoke filled interior of the wreckage.The two Marines laid the cannon across the waist-high mule. Budzinski emerged from the Leopard with a power cell and cable. The improvised self-propelled artillery unit was far from stable and both Miller and Budzinski sustained serious internal injuries as they used it without a mount. But they were able to kill enough. Lee still mystified looked at Kyle for an answer.Kyle raised his glass of soft drink in a toast, “About damn time too, Lee.” Kyle then looked at Sean and in a very big brother tone said “You had better look after her, or you will have to answer to me. She is one special lady as you will learn.”Sean picked up Lee’s hand and kissed the back of it. He then looked back at Kyle, “You have my permission to beat the shit out of me if I ever hurt her.” Both men looked at each other for several long.