"What is it, private?" Greg asked."A message from the ranch sir. They would like your presence down there this afternoon if at all possible. Should I ...et them know you're coming?" The private asked."Tell you what. I will get on the radio and find out what they want. Don't worry about it, I'll handle it." Greg said.The president of the United States was stunned."You're kidding. You mean to tell me there is a group or organization of people of like mind with this, what was his name, Gary?" The. Some people though it might be a test but the school officials knew that test are done on the first Tuesday of the month at 10 a.m. So they have us all sit in the inner halls of the school with the lockers to our backs. Everyone has at least two lockers to their back. Of course there is the occasional student that has 4 lockers to their back either because they are quite strong or just fat. Anyway I was sitting not far from this somewhat attractive girl who I sort of knew but not all that well.. “That’s allI would need. Steve knocking at the door when I waswearing something skimpy.” The girls looked puzzled. “Steve? Who is Steve?” Sandraasked. “He is one of my husband’s old friends and he is comingthis weekend for a visit.” Gina’s turned around quickly. “Do you mean SteveRoberts?” She asked, “Oh my God. I haven’t seen him inyears. He was my old boyfriend.” We were about toresume conversation when the. Goes to show it’s WHO you know. I pity any bastard who doesn’t have family connections.Medical school was a hoot, hard, but enjoyable. We DID have an axe over our heads - fail a subject and you became the motor end of a litter in ‘Nam [field medic]. I managed to graduate 7th out of 195 in my class. Nam was scary as hell, even though I was supposed to be a surgical tech in a field hospital. We were far enough back, we could hear mortal fire, but way out of range.I got called into a meeting with.