“Okay so I should have declared nonna’s treats…the rest….” An authoritative voice didn’t let her finish…“…Ms Nespolo …unless you c...nsent…you will be handed over directly to the Federal Police….for further investigations”“Get the Feds…you’re not searching me”“Ms Nespolo …you must still accompany us to an interview room…Federal Officers have been called…they will be here five minutes”Cynthia sat in the sterile room…four chairs…one desk…a water dispenser…a few plastic cups and a clock on the. “Thanx Mr Johnson” Johnny's dad looks over at me, “Second ice machine?” “Oh yes sir—we just about wiped out the first one—prolly $200 worth of ice” “OMG” responds Johnny's mom---why so much?” I respond with a chuckle, “Well ma'mm, you see that pick up over there at the pump, with all those totes in it? That's food”. “OMG—that would be enough food for an army!” exclaims the mom. “Well, yes ma'mm—20 plus b o y s in the woods for a week—that is an army !” I proclaim. “HEY MATTHEW—we ready. Wait for me in the lobby; I should be there in about an hour or so. If anyone asks why you're there, tell them that you're waiting for me. They all know me there so you should have no problem."About a quarter to twelve, I dropped him off and headed down the road to the terminal. I dropped the trailer and pulled my tractor over to the holding yard. Once in the office, I called the company to let them know I completed my run and to get my next set of instructions. They wanted my return load on. She saw Private Thomas and Corporal Simpson on the floor next to her and the third male on the patrol whose name she did not know because he was only recently arrived and was pretty well closed mouthed was unconscious and obviously dumped on the floor without any effort to find out what was wrong with him.Their captors had already collected their dog tags and had written their names on a chalk board on the wall. She saw the fourth member was Private Johnson and he had a mark next to his name.