They went and we have the photos on the wall behind the main bar of the Pres and Jack embracing and having a marvellous time catching up on things. Ja...k won't need to work at his builder's labouring job for the rest of the year. Jack's no longer a mate of mine, the man's an arsehole who's costing me a fortune.Now, Jack's Roman Catholic (don't take offense). He's not particularly devout but he uses the local church often during the year. The subject eventually came up about the Pope and Jack. If you can’t stop the bubble machine, you know, I mean if you are truly afraid of dying there are always the icons paid your worship in exchange for assumed protection. I’m not talking Beanie Babies here. I’m talking the top of the line rated psychological war lords, ALL time, long before bobble heads were invented. You know what they are, in your heart you do.So, the excitement exploding on the deck at the spa was all about the churn in the water and the growing glow, all consuming aura. Oh fuck no, it's just another dream, it's not her at all, she's dead, I know she's fucking dead, I saw her in the coffin."DANNY." she screamed out loud, a nurse dropped a tray of surgical instruments, another one dropped a bedpan and everyone in the ward turned to look at me."HE'S AWAKE!"It was her hand that I'd felt in my dream, her breath on my face, it had been her talking to me, but that's bloody ridiculous, she's dead.She felt real though, she even wore that perfume I'd bought her, the one. None of the civilians wore any item of clothing that might be associated with the Patriot cause and blue jackets and coats were a non-starter because it was too close to the Rebel uniforms of the Continental Army. The favorite color was red because it complimented the redcoat uniform of the regular British Army.There were no Indians with the British and that was because General Cornwallis’s wife had expressed a belief that they were savages and smelled quite dirty all the time. The Indian.