I thought for a moment. What do you want to eat? I asked him. I can grill some burgers if you want. That sounded good to me, and he put the meat in th... microwave to defrost. Once the meat was done in the microwave we wandered out to the patio to grill them. I sat at the plastic table out there while he put them on the grill. He came and sat next to me while we waited to for them to cook. The smell coming off the grill was intoxicating. Ricky stood up and flipped the burgers over then sat back. Becca got the giggles. "You were writing with your tongue too," she said, "but well done, darling. Would you write 'Happy Birthday' on the cake?"Steven did so. It was not a bad effort. "There!" he said. "How about that?" Well done, darling," enthused Becca. "Guess who's going to be writing on Polly's cake in June." Hmm! Can I help with anything else?" Well," said Becca doubtfully. She was still loath to ask him to help with household jobs. "There are chipolatas to cook and a load of sandwiches. Maybe fresh is a better word. The makeup she wore amounted to a little foundation to conceal the bags under her eyes. It had been a month, but her eyes were still red from crying. “We got married after his first tour of duty. We didn’t have the money before that. I thought we’d have a normal life after that. But they offered a big bonus for him to take a second hitch. It was enough that when he got back we could put a down payment on a house. It was our dream.”I let her play out the story the. 50 caliber machine gun on the second Humvee. Junior had decided to leave it behind, as the group staying might have need of it. When he insisted on leaving behind two more of the big machine guns as stationary defensive weapons, Carr threw a fit. Junior had to explain that he had several in storage at his cabin before the man would relent.They all worked from can see to can't see getting the work done. The night before they were ready to leave Doug came to Junior and asked him to take a walk.