“One fifteen,” Kon advised.“Be right in.”Jeremiah picked up his bag and got out of his vehicle. He hit the button to enable the alarm. He swit...hed up the room and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a six-foot-two-inch, slim, brown-skinned man wearing a fitted New Era blue and white Kansas City Royals baseball cap with the 2015 World Series Champions patch on the side, a thick silver King Ice 24-inch chain, and a pair of tartan-print Hanes boxers. He smiled.“Ooh wee,” Kon barked.“You like,”. We started camping when I was five. Dad was in his element and couldn'twait to teach me how to fish. He taught me how to read a stream andwhere the fish lived, how to catch the fish and how to clean them. Momtaught both Dad and me the best way to cook the trout we caught. Thesewere some of the best years of my life.As the years passed the frequency of my mother's ritual decreased. WhenI was three we would do it almost everyday. By the time I was seven itwas maybe twice a week and at ten twice a. Then one day, that changed. As I was out doing yard work, I heard the wife say she was going shopping and would be back in a few hours. A few minutes later, the husband walked up to me in his gym shorts and no shorts. It was the first time I saw him without a shirt, and did he excite me even more. His chest was full of silver hair that ran all the way down his stomach and disappeared into his shorts. I was kneeling down pulling weeds when I looked up and noticed something really nice swinging. The Hatchet platoon piled on the first four choppers and a SF medic named Mitchell and SFC Harland hopped onto one of the chase birds.As soon as we boarded the Huey, the door gunner handed Fred a set of earphones with a boom mike so he could talk to the pilot and listen to radio traffic from the Covey flying support for Rick's team. Fred relayed the pertinent points to me, and none of the news was good.Rick was in target area Juliet-Eleven, running a bomb damage assessment mission following a.