“That’s it. Welcome back to the real world. You took a really bad hit. Knocked you right out. Here. Can you sit up? You’re still bleeding from t...e gash on your temple, but I think you’ll be all right.” He checked me for a concussion.“Storm? Broadcast?” I mumbled.“Van is gone. Went bye-bye in the wind. Got pushed into the other building – about five feet into the other building. The satellite antenna is gone. When the wind dies down I’ll see what I can salvage.”I sat up, a little more alert.. I had a ravenous physical desire that had been bottled up for months, and my a****l instinct was to satisfy that desire as completely as possible.I stood up and took her hand. "Come on", I said. I pulled her to her feet and pulled the T-shirt up over her head, took her in my arms and began kissing her again, on her mouth, her neck, ears, her breasts,and her stubbly, musky-scented armpits. I slid my hand down between her legs and felt her hot juices on my fingers. Raising my finger to my mouth,. “See you in a bit Joe.”He was confused, then he remembered how his Gran had called him by his grandfathers name at the breakfast table. He dismissed it as a slight memory hiccup on his Gran’s part.He brushed his teeth and when he came out of the bathroom, his mother was waiting outside. “At last, I thought you’d taken route, mum has already turned in, see you in the morning Joey.”He was about to mention that his Gran had called him by Grandad Joe’s name, but decided against it, he didn’t want. As the 1st Light Battalion of the KGL had been camped alongside the 69th at Bordeaux I knew many of their officers, and it was Fritz Lang who I first encountered when I entered their lines."Mein Gott" he said when he saw me, "you haf been promoted to Hauptmann!"He shook my hand, and we spent a pleasant hour chatting about old times in the Peninsula, and in Bordeaux. I was just about to leave when Fritz said,"You know that after your battalion left Bordeaux there were no more bodies found?"I.