They must think there's only a few hotheads. Keep the Bazooka teams back, you must tell them to wait." Yes, sir!" The OSNAZ man crept away."Radio? Tel... those fucking idiots to fall back. All partisans not engaged to hold their fire and stay under cover. The rest can fuck off, as far as I'm concerned."'Their Officers are wary now, ' he thought to himself, 'they will think to themselves that the terrain ahead looks to be a very good place for an ambush. What would I do? Would I delude myself that. She did not say a single word; she did not need to.There followed a succession of hugs and the physical comfort wasgreater than any that words could bring. Even Aunt Vera seemedkind and compassionate that day.I was shivering by the time we got home again and we took it inturns to have a warm bath and get into clean dry clothes. Thepain had not gone, but its intensity had dulled somewhat. Thefuneral and the graveside service gave us all some closure. Itdid not end the grief, but it ended the. Greg here? Now?Suddenly I was torn.No, I was shredded!Oh God, oh God, oh God! No way had I expected this. He was supposed to be off in Michigan or someplace, licking his wounds after missing out on the Olympic team.I'd thought I was over Greg and he over me. Obviously I wasn't, and his presence here...I clutched at Lance to steady myself as my pulse resumed in a rush."What's he doing here?" was Lance's reaction, his tone more hostile than curious."I don't know! Oh God." I didn't think you kept. I knocked on the door, “Sam, are you there?”Hearing nothing, I knocked again, harder this time. “Sam, it’s Joe from upstairs. Are you OK?”The rattle of a nearby tube train made me jump, but I thought I caught something else; a sound sensed more than heard. I strained to listen, but couldn’t hear anything at all. However, all my instincts told me something was off. Pushing open the door a little more. I called out, “Sam, it’s Joe, I’m coming inside, you left your door open.”This time I heard it..