Isn’t that ironic, the term ‘friendly fire’, I don’t imagine that term even came to mind as the artillery reigned down on him. The funeral was...one week later from that day. Fully paid for by the state, buried with full honors, a ceremony and your mother was presented with a flag and his medals. Some fucking compensation. Lose a son, gain a fucking flag. I never really knew Bradley that well to mourn him as a good friend, but I did just the same, however, honestly that emotion, that outpouring. Kim “hey baby your up early?” Me”yeah I couldn’t sleep anymore and something smelt good so I had to investigate!” I walk over over to my daughter and kiss her head “hey princess you sleep good?” Tara”yes daddy really good! Me and mom made bacon and eggs!!!” I smile and sit at the table as my wife brings me a plate and I notice as she walks to grab hers she does a little ass shake and looks back with a devilish grin. Now when my wife does that grin it obviously means one thing but the question. She got into the driver’s seat and i too got into the side seat.Pooja: I have a surprise for you honey.Me: All that is fine why do you always wear this blue jeans and white shirt?Pooja: Why dear dont you like it? wait i will change and come.Me: Its alright you dont have to change.Pooja: Ok lets move out of this area. Some of my senior officers are also staying here.Me: ya lets move.She started driving. She drove the gypsy towards ECR, that is the East Coast Road which is very famous in Chennai.. One fine day my wife received a call that her father is sick and that she needs to go so she explained the maid everything and she took a cab and left for my in laws place as they are from Kolkatta.Next day was a Sunday and as usual Rupa came around 10 am and as I opened the door I was stunned because she was wearing a yellow saree with a black blouse and she had worn her saree tightly and so her huge ass was looking like football and as she entered she smiled in a inviting way and she walked.