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For the next two years they were sexy cougars. Was there some way to finish the Chevrolet and escape from Pineville together? There had to be. Please God, there had to be. A mortar exploded thirty yards from their position, shattering Will’s reverie. How had he ended up in this forsaken place? Who was trying to kill him? Was it the Sunnis, the Shia, the insurgents, the Baathists, the Saudis, the Iranians, or Al Qaeda? It didn’t matter; he would be just as dead. “Medic! Medic!” a voice shouted. When Will heard this, he jumped to his feet and gave the order to move out. An instant later, he spotted a shadowy figure on a sexy cougars and shouted, “Rooftops! Rooftops.” That was the last thing Staff Sergeant Willard P. Chance, serial number #32789614, ever said. A mortar exploded less than a foot away and blast-ed his body all over a Ramadi side street. There would be precious little of him to be bagged and sent home. To be sure, Elly would not recognize the man who had left for war not five months before, and the waiting she had endured would now be replaced by sexy cougars, grief, and questions too many to answer.