It will make it easier to getmore when we need it." That's a great idea," Mike said. "I was thinking that your Dad wouldestimate how much flour we needed for a day, and load it into the vanand bring it in with him. But of course there would be days when weneed more, and driving down the street would waste time." This is why we ask you to join in on these business discussions,honey," Maria said, and Rachael blushed. It was just an idea thatseemed clear to her."What would all this cost?" Geoff asked the big question."With $2000 for a nice shed, the mixer will cost $25,000, a third thecost of a new one. The oven is in bad shape, but that means we can getit for $5000, and have the Hobo Army work their magic on it. The bigcost will be rolling racks for the oven. We need four, although sixwould be better. One pair in the oven baking, one pair for prep, andthe optional pair for cooling down. If we don't get three pairs, thenwe would have more labor moving things from the rack when it comes. As in Assault Unit 2. We were code-named: GOD.My chief would say, "I am God, and if the spirits are willing, your asses are mine! You do not have my permission to get hurt. You are U.S.A. property. Do not damage yourself, or allow the enemy to damage you!"I was a 16-year-old kid, with a shit load of 'scared' in my shorts. The first time I heard a grenade go off, I hid under an old icebox for three days.My chief came to where I was hiding and ask me, "Sailor? Do you want to stay alive, or do you want to die?"I said "stays a live sir".He said, "Then gets your ass out from under there, before I hit it with this grenade!"He threw it under there, and started counting 1, 2, etc.I was out of there so fast! He started to laugh at me.I was a just kid, and I got pissed at him, for fucking with me. He told me that if I wanted to stay alive, to stay next to him.I did, too.I was so close to him, sometimes, that he had told me to back off.During the time I was there, I had gotten laid once, by a.