”“That’s not fair to me, or to the other sections. I am not capable of doing that and I certainly don’t want to try to do it. I’d go mad dri...ing a desk all day and pushing timesheets about; I’m just a nerd who happened to be the first one here.”Colin sighed, “I was afraid you would say that. I don’t know what the reaction will be if you won’t go along with it. It could scupper the whole deal.”David thought for a moment and said, “That’s silly. Nobody’s indispensable, especially in a big. Shortly, the four of us met downstairs to head to church.March said, "Momma Rosa wants us to have lunch at the restaurant."I nodded. "Does she know?"Nancy looked at me. "Yes, Sir. She approves. She told us that March would have time to prove that he is a gentlemen and for me to continue to show that I'm a lady. I'm glad she approved. Her disapproval would have been hard to bear."Laura said, "Her disapproval, not your status?" That's correct. I've made my bed even though I can't really sleep in. He had been a fellow POW with Colonel Anderson and held a special place with him.Also, at the services were the members of the command group. These were the men and women that occupied staff positions with the Regiment. The brains and leadership. Following services, there was to be a staff meeting.Seated next to Colonel Anderson was Martha Olsen. She held the honorary position of Colonels Lady, Not because of any romantic connection. Instead, Martha had been elected the President of the ladies. "Olivia held out her dainty hand. "Shake it," she ordered him. He did, Tim felt her grip tighten then felt pain as she broke every bone in his hand with her iron like grasp."AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. There was enough light to show how much his hand was mangled. She grabbed the injury in both hands and started stroking it. The pain ebbed away and he felt the bones healing. It was the strangest sensation he ever had. In a minute his hand was back to normal. He flexed it and wondered if what she.