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like to come play with us for a while?”
         Mal looked up at me.  I could see he wanted a friend but was scared.
         “Go ahead, Mal.  I think I can look after myself for awhile.”
         Mal nodded.  As they got up to head out, Pat looked over.
         “I’ll watch over him.”
         “Thanks.”
         Tom and I helped Tony over to the doors to get his opinion on the best way to block them and still leave one usable.  We went back and forth but ultimately decided to block the larger door and leave this narrow one open.  This would make getting supplies in more difficult but both doors would be easier to defend this way.
         Some of the heavy equipment was dragged from under the Battery and placed against the door.  We were proud of ourselves for getting it up there but it wasn’t going to work.  We moved it again to open the doors and bring something in from the pier.
         When tour boats like the Beauregard brought visitors by the hundreds to visit the fort, the people would exit the boat by walking down an aluminum walkway that could be raised and lowered depending on the tide.  Without power, it was not only useless, it was in the way of us getting to the boat.  With a few tools and some elbow grease we were able to remove a section and bring it inside.
         Now, we pushed the heavy machinery back up against the door.  But, this time we then wedged the walkway section in between the equipment and part of the fort itself.  It would stop a truck.  The little door was barricaded by taking some scrap metal and wedging it between the door and the floor.  Removing some bricks made it more secure.
         There was still about an hour of light left when the fort was secure.  I grabbed a shovel and headed up the steps to the top of the fort.  Thor padded along beside me.
         When Battery Huger was built across the middle of the fort, the rest of the fort was filled in with sand.  In the early 1960’s the western half of the fort was excavated down to the parade ground.  The eastern side, or ocean side, was not excavated.   Up there were the flags that had flown over the fort over the years and several displays.
         It was under the flags that I began to dig.  I’d already dug a grave once before; for Mike’s father.  It was only two weeks ago but it felt like two lifetimes ago.  After a few minutes, I took off my AR and crossbow.  After a few more minutes, I had warmed up enough to take off my coat.
         “I didn’t think we were allowed to be unarmed out here, Boss Man,” said Mike.
         “I think we’re safe now,” I said, not looking up.
         “You want some help, Daddy?” asked Tabby.  I didn’t realize she had come up with Mike.  Geez, what type of long term damage do you cause when you let your daughter help dig her mother’s grave?
         “No, Tabby.  Thank you.”
         They stood quietly holding hands while I continued to dig.  When I finished the sun was not quite down.
         “Tabby, would you get the word out that we’re going to have the funeral in a few minutes?  And have people bring lights, please.”
         She kissed me on the cheek and headed off.
         “Mike, I need some help getting Sam up here…”
         “I’d be honored, Ryan.”
         By the time Mike and I got back from the boat everyone had gathered near the grave.  We had to use our headlamps to navigate the stairs.  Sam was placed gently on the ground next to the hole I’d dug.
         Once I put her in the ground I’d never willingly leave this place.  Leave her side.
         Mike stepped back and took Tabby’s hand.  She was crying.  Karen was holding Mal and they were both crying.  He was trying to hide his head.  Everyone else had their heads bowed.
         I began to think about the day I met Sam.  How beautiful she was.  How her smile just lit up her face.  Then I realized