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Previously on Army Wives...

Any man who hits my wife
might as well have hit me!

He's our son.

As far as I'm concerned, he's dead.

Why do you answer every question
with a question?

- I'm a psychiatrist.
- I'm a journalist.

"With his self-deprecating
sense of humor,

"and eyes that offer more than a
glimpse into this modest doctor's soul,

"one would never imagine
Dr. Roland Burton

"is one of the leading experts
on post-traumatic stress disorder. "

Sir. Are you all right?

We were all at lunch
when General Baker had a seizure.

They think it's an aneurysm.

This is not your opportunity
to replace me, Claudia Joy.

Lenore is spreading a rumor about you.

I wanted you to hear the truth from me.

She got kicked out of Harvard.

I was cramming one night,
seven straight hours.

I got in my car around 3:00 a. m.

It was just a second

when my eyes closed.

Claudia Joy killed someone.

General Grayson, Mrs. Grayson,

it's an honor to have you here.

Please allow me to introduce
Lieutenant Colonel Burton, my X O.

- A pleasure, Colonel.
- General, ma'am.

This is my husband,
Dr. Roland Burton.

Roland's a leading expert
on post-traumatic stress disorder.

Didn't I read about you in
National Dispatch?

You remember, Hugh, that article
I showed you on PTSD?

I do. Excellent work, Doctor.

Thank you, sir.

- You bet.
- Shall we go?

Major Frank Sherwood.

Rescued from that downed
Black Hawk in Iraq.

His son is in basic at Fort Benning.

Major Sherwood.

- Glad to have you back home.
- Thank you, sir.

How's your son doing?
Fort Benning, isn't it?

That's correct, sir.

What's his specialty?

Infantry, sir. Eleven Bravo.

Chip off the old block, huh, Major?

Yes, sir.

Why do you think
the Graysons are here?

We haven't had a visit like this
in years.

Well, he said routine post inspection,

but you're right.
With Baker ill, the timing is odd.

General! I hope
you're saving room for pralines.

Now, how did you know that pralines
were Hugh's favorite treat?

A general's wife has to have
her sources, doesn't she?

Isn't that the truth?

I appreciate your thoughtfulness,
Mrs. Baker,

but I doubt that my waistline will.

- May I excuse myself?
- Sure.

I'm so sorry General Baker
couldn't be here tonight.

It's my fault entirely.

He wanted to leave the hospital,
but I insisted he stay and get his rest.

Doctor's orders.

Well, we're looking forward
to seeing him tomorrow.

You give him our best, will you?

- Certainly.
- Okay.

Victoria, I believe Claudia Joy has
a few things lined up for you tomorrow.

Oh, good.
Something about a tea...

Sit still.

Can this not wait until tomorrow?

No.

General Grayson could drop by
at any minute.

You have to be prepared.

When's the last time
you washed your hair?

Just before I had brain surgery.

- You could at least use a comb.
- Lenore, will you...

Look, we have worked too long
and too hard to get this post.

We're not going to let it slip
through our fingers.

You should have seen Michael Holden
working the General tonight.

Now, look, I'll do my part.

I'll win Victoria over,

but you have to convince the General
that your aneurysm was just

a minor setback

and that you're ready to go back
to work, better than ever.

- I'm tired, Lenny.
- Well, you'll feel better in the morning.

I mean I'm tired of all this,

the Army.

Sometimes,

I think I just don't
give a damn anymore.

Sgt. Polarski's residence.

Marilyn, it's Lenore Baker.

Mrs. Baker?

Am I catching you at a bad time, dear?

No. No. Wow.

I heard something more today

from my Ivy League friend
about Claudia Joy Holden.

I'm all ears.

She didn't kill that pedestrian
because she was tired.

What do you mean? I thought she was
studying late and got in the car and...

That's what Claudia Joy
wants you to believe.

She wasn't alone.

What?

There was a man with her.

No, you're joking, right?

Let's just say Claudia Joy didn't have
both hands on the wheel.

The rumor is that General Grayson
isn't just here for a routine inspection,

but that the Army might actually
replace General Baker.

That's kind of kicking a man
when he's down, isn't it?

Well, I heard it was already
in the works before the aneurysm.

My opinion is that our combat
readiness is not what it needs to be.

The post could do better.

And Michael Holden was unfairly
passed over last time.

So this could be a way to right things.

Which means you could be staying on
as deputy commander.

How do you feel about that?

Well, we've been talking
about a family, Joan.

I know.

I just thought this assignment
was supposed to be temporary.

But if you're Holden's X O...

Roland. Things have been
happening so fast.

Look.

Colonel Holden really went to the mat
for me.

I owe him my career.

Being X O, it's...

It's like a dream opportunity.

Look, you're the most important thing
in my life

and I want you to be okay with this.

Well, how can I be upset when
the Army recognizes my wife's talents?

That's just the tip of the iceberg.

Claudia Joy's father,
this big judge in Philly,

paid a ton of hush money
to cover it up.

- I know. It's this drama.
- All this stuff...

But get this.

Have you ever noticed
how Amanda Holden

- doesn't look a thing like her father?
- No.

Think about it.

Oh, no, you don't.

Hey! Gilligan, hold up!

"Gilligan"?

That was my parking space.

- Didn't see you.
- Like hell you didn't.

You gonna move your car?
- Give it a rest!

I had my blinker on and I was waiting.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is
this is disaster number 10

on my list of things today
and it isn't even noon yet.

My water heater's broken,

I can't find my cell phone,

and now I got to buy five bags of flour

so my kids can make
a papier-m�ch� horsie

that's going to be a freaking nightmare!

So, are you going to move
this damn car

or are we going to stand here
doing the hula all day?

What's your name?

Oh, forget it.

Yeah, nice horn!

What else you get for Christmas?

This is my pride and joy.

It's absolutely beautiful, Lenore.
Quite inspiring.

Thank you.

I can't believe how much
you've accomplished

in such a short period of time.

Well, I had help, of course, planting it.

The design was entirely
my own creation, though.

You are a woman of many talents.

When it comes to gardening,
I'm all black thumbs.

It's General Baker's influence.

He wants everything on post
to shine to perfection.

Even my nails.

And, in your husband's absence,
how is Colonel Holden performing?

I mean, just between us girls.

Colonel Holden?

I think he's been perfectly adequate.

No. More than adequate. Competent.

Yeah.

And is that General Baker's opinion
as well?

My husband
isn't a complainer, Victoria.

You won't find him nitpicking

about certain standards
that might be slipping.

And Claudia Joy? She seems lovely.

A peach!

And I wouldn't believe a word
of what's going around about her.

Well, I haven't heard. What...

You haven't heard?

I shouldn't have said anything.

Don't be silly.

Nothing enlivens post life
more than a little dirt.

Now, come on. Come on. Give.

Well, nothing's been substantiated.

Yet.

Now, I've always believed that people
should not be held accountable

for what they did
when they were young.

Right?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Glad you could make it.

Here.

Hey.

You are going to need this.

Let me guess.
Lenore Baker.

You said yourself
it was going to get bad.

Okay. How bad?

Bad.

There's a new rumor going around
about you.

- I heard it at the PX.
- I heard it at the hospital.

And?

Well, we all know
that rumors can grow.

And that Lenore Baker's full of fertilizer.

Okay. Please. Tell me what's going on.

Okay. The way that I heard it
was you were riding sidesaddle

with your law professor
when you hit the student with your car.

We all know the truth, Claudia Joy.

We all know it was Lenore Baker.

And I just saw her kissing up to some
important-looking blond lady.

Victoria Grayson,
General Grayson's wife.

Whoever it was, Lenore was
all over her like fleas on a hound.

It is so obvious what Lenore is doing.

She's using you to undermine Michael
so Baker remains post commander.

So, seriously,
what do you want to do, here?

Michael and I agree the only way to
deal with a rumor is to rise above it.

Oh, no. Not in my world.

- I say we fight fire with fire.
I can't do that.

- Claudia Joy.
- I should let them, but I can't...

Amanda?

What are you doing here?

Mom, they're saying that Dad
is not my real father.

Is that true?

So, that's it.

I made a terrible mistake,

and an innocent person died
because of it.

- But you were alone in the car?
- Yes.

And, let there be no doubt,
I'm your father.

How come you didn't tell us before?

We wanted to protect you.

And we never thought this would be
a factor in your lives.

So why did it happen now?

When you achieve
a certain level of success,

there are people who get envious
and you become a target.

Somebody's jealous of Mom?

Of me and your father.

Who?
- It's...

- It's that Lenore Baker, isn't it?
- Amanda...

- No! She cannot do this!
- Hey, Amanda!

It's not important who it is.

What is important, Amanda,

is at times like these,
we close ranks as a family.

We love each other.

We trust each other. Right?

And that gives us the strength
to get through.

I believe in you, Mom.

Me too.

Thank you.

She has gone too far.

It's one thing to go after me.
I can handle it.

But when you bring our daughter
into it, not okay.

Did you hear what I said?

I heard.

What is it?

Nothing.

Michael.

You know what I think
about Lenore Baker

and what she's done this time
is inexcusable,

but we have known the kind of person
she is for a long time.

- Meaning?
- The fact of the matter is

- you lit this fuse months ago.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- I did?

Yeah, at General Baker's
promotion ceremony

when you publicly confronted
Lenore about spreading rumors.

When I publicly defended
my husband!

You... That's not defending me.

Think about it.
You declared war with the woman.

And guess what?
Now she's ready to do battle.

You're saying this is my fault now?

Yes. This whole thing
could have been avoided

but you just couldn't resist
firing the first shot.

- But I did not fire the first shot, Michael!
- You did.

She did, when she called you a racist

and took away your chance
at a promotion.

- Do you remember that?
- I do. I do.

But all I'm saying is
we're playing a very dangerous game

- with a very unstable woman...
- Yes we are!

And we shouldn't be.

You should've walked away then,
Claudia Joy.

And we should walk away now.

Oh, my God.

Don't you get it. No.

- Stop that.
- No, no, no.

Stop.

Stop it.

Major Sherwood.

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

You're deploying.

Yeah.

We're on notice. One week.

Now...

Frank.

Well, it's not like
we haven't been through this before.

What about our son?

You need to see Jeremy before you go.

You're both Army. It's wartime.

Is this how you want to leave things?

I didn't hear it.

What do you think about a nightcap?

I've got a nightcap all planned out
for you already.

I was thinking ice cream.

I was thinking whipped cream.

We can do that.

You want caramel or hot fudge?

Hot fudge.

Hey. When did you go to a hotel?

That was a few weeks ago.

While I was away?

Yeah.

Some kind of doctor's convention
or something?

Or were you getting a little
something-something on the side?

I...

Who is she?

The magazine reporter.

Nice.

So, I'm away getting help

and you're here
sleeping with someone else.

- Do you love her?
- No.

It was a one-time thing.

It just happened.

Why?

Why?

After everything that
we've been through together. Why?

It was a mistake.

"It was a mistake. "

"It just happened. "

You sound like every clich�
in the book.

Why don't you start over
and tell me the truth?

What do you want to know, Joan?

I mean, what was she like?

Is she pretty? Sexy?

I mean, what was she like in bed?

- I mean, I want to know everything.
- No. Come on.

I'm not going to do this, Joan.

I said it was a mistake,
now can't we just...

What? Forget about it?

Move on?

You cheated, Roland.

How many times did you tell me
that you would never have an affair?

That you were not that guy?

Apparently, you are that guy.

Okay. You want to know?

She was bright and funny.

And yeah, she was sexy.

And we laughed and we talked.

We had fun, Joan. And you know why?

Because for once,
it wasn't about the Army.

It was about me.

And I was flattered.

- So you slept with her?
- Joan. It wasn't...

And you've just been lying to me
all this time?

Look. I didn't tell you because

I didn't want this to happen.

I didn't want you to
have to carry this around.

Well, as you would say, Roland,
I'm flattered.

Excellent shooting, ma'am.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Anytime, ma'am. Anytime.

Outstanding weapon. Shall we?

Of course.

I like to check out the latest ordnance.

Very impressive.

Not really. My father and grandfather
were both military.

While all the other girls were out
doing their nails,

I was learning how to assemble
a Colt. 45 faster than any man I knew.

So, tell me, Claudia Joy,

what do you think of General Baker?

Wow. You don't beat around the bush,
do you?

Never saw the point.

You should speak to my husband
about that.

Oh, my dear.

We wives know where
all the bodies are buried.

And surely you know
my husband is here

to determine whether your husband
should remain in command.

So, what kind of a job was
General Baker doing before he fell ill?

As far as I can tell, General Baker

has done an exemplary job
as post commander.

And his wife? How does she
represent Fort Marshall?

Lenore is a devoted wife

who has given a great deal of herself
for this post and the Army.

Good. Good.

That's my impression, too.

You know, someone once told me
that getting older

is like being punished for a crime
you didn't commit.

But I've still got it.

I've instituted an immediate review

of our ability to deploy forces, units,
weapon systems, and equipment

without unacceptable delay, sir.

Very good, Colonel.

You should have a report
within three weeks.

- Make that two.
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me. Miss?

Gilligan.

Yes, sir.

You ran off yesterday
before I could say goodbye.

You know Mrs. Moran, Major?

We met yesterday.

General Grayson,
this is Pamela Moran.

She has a husband in Special Ops.

The best of the best.

You must be very proud.

I am, sir.

Yes. Thank you. Proud, I am.

I'll just be a minute, sir. General.

I'm the new public affairs officer
on post.

You busy later today?

Well, my kids are in camp until 3:00.

Excellent. I'll see you at
1400 hours at that address.

Or do you want to stand here
and do the hula?

1400 hours is fine, sir.

Major Sherwood, sir.

Amanda.

I was supposed
to meet Mrs. Sherwood.

We were going to go take a walk, but...

Yeah, Mrs. Sherwood just called.

She's been delayed at the hospital,
but she's on her way.

Come on in. Come on.

- Have a seat.
- Oh, that's okay.

I brought some pictures
to show Mrs. Sherwood.

They're of Jeremy at Fort Benning.

So, you've been to see him.

Yes, sir.

Would you like to see them?

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

You ladies have a nice walk.

Check one. Check.
Check one-one. Check.

1400 on the nose. That's a good sign.

Of what?

Good question. Let's start over.
Major Ned Casey.

Pamela Moran.

So, what the hell is this place?

You ever listen to post radio?

- Yeah, once.
- And?

- Bored the hell out of me.
- Me, too.

Like to fix that. Boost morale.

I'm looking for someone to spice up
the airwaves for an hour a day.

Me? No.

I don't know anything about radio.

You don't have to.

You know how to talk.
You proved that yesterday.

Yesterday I was having
a really bad day.

No need to apologize.
I like your style, Pammy.

- Pamela.
- It'd be a trial run.

You read the news,
but do it in your own voice.

Put your own twist on it.

Interested?

What's it pay? I mean, if I took the job.

Nothing.

Child care?

- Nope.
- Meal allowance?

You might have heard,
the Army's on a tight budget right now.

So let me get this straight.
You want me to do you a favor

for no pay, no child care and no meals.

What do you say?

No, thanks.

I'm going to see Jeremy.

Oh, thank you.

But I can't promise anything, okay?

Oh, Lenore! Come on in.

Are we still on for tea?

That tea talk was just smoke screen.

I'm thinking wine.

You are wicked.

You don't know the half of it.

Oh, dear. I have to go sign for a fax.

It never ends, does it?

Never ever.

I'll be right back.

Well, that's done. Are we good to go?

Very good.

Just like that.
A man offers you your own radio show

and you tell him no.

It was the news.
It wasn't my own radio show.

Pamela Moran on the air?

I mean, you'd be running that show
in a week.

- I am not talking on the radio.
- Why not?

Because I've never done it before,
that's why not.

You're chicken!

- You, the badass ex-cop are a chicken!
- No. No.

Am not.

Look, every time I open my mouth,

I put another dent in the image
of the perfect Army wife.

That's all I hear.

Pamela Moran.

Marilyn Polarski.

I heard you had a visitor recently.

A guy named Scott.

Oh, you are so not going there.

Honey, I'm not just going,
I'm already there.

Oh, well, don't look at me.

I was just cleaning art brushes,

not having pizza at home
with Scott and the kids.

Excuse me?

How would you even know that?

Okay. It's time to leave.

I'm getting a rash.

Another time, then?

Bye.

So, you still think
having your own microphone

to tell the world off is a bad thing?

The potluck supper will be
on Saturday at 6:00 p. m.,

so get there early
because you know what they say.

"The early bird gets the worm. "

And the all-women's bell choir

has come up
with the salad extravaganza.

Pammy, come in!

- It's okay?
- Soundproof. Talk away.

Okay. Well, first thing, it's Pamela,
not Pammy. Okay?

And second thing,
if this thing works out,

I'm going to need child care allowance
and gas money.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

I will read your news,

but I want my own show,
where people can call in

and talk about the day-to-day
of being an Army wife.

The Army has rules...

I get that. I will stay within the rules,

but we need our own outlet

and right now, every other show
is about soldiers.

I don't know. That's...

All right. Well, that's the deal.
So, take it or leave it.

Now, the "bingo"
of Bingo Night is now "bunco. "

So that makes it now Bunco Night.

But, "What kind of game is bunco,
anyway?" you may ask.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Because it has something to do
with dice

- and a timer and...
- Take it.

As my nine-year-old says,

"It's simply off the hizzy. "

Back to you, Fred.

We still have time? Okay.

Go! Move! Move!

Move on
through there now!

Come on! Come on! Move it! Move it!

Let's move it up from the back there!
Let's go! Pick it up!

Left, right, left...
One, two, three!

- One, two, three!
Drop the tags!

One, two, three!

One, two, three!

Company at ease!

Sherwood! Fall out.

Afternoon, sir.

I've been driving for hours,

trying to make sense
of this whole thing.

- I didn't mean to...
- Don't interrupt me.

And I have just one question for you.

Why?

Why would you ever hit your mother?

- I don't know, sir.
- That's not good enough, boy.

That's the same question I ask myself
every day and I never get an answer.

She didn't do anything wrong.
I was just angry.

Angry about what?

I don't know.

I just felt so much pressure, sir.

Just pressure.

Pressure? Everyone feels pressure.
That's no excuse.

Well, I tell you one thing.

If I had been here,
you would never have hit your mother.

I know that, sir.

Well, that's it, isn't it?

I wasn't here.

I wasn't around enough
to teach you the things

that a boy learns from his father.

You've been a good father, sir.
This is my fault.

No.

No, you were angry with me
and your mother became the target.

It was wrong. I know that.

- Sir, I...
- Stop calling me "sir. "

I'm your father.

Now carry on, son.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

I shouldn't have put it on you last night.
It was unfair.

But it was accurate.

You asked me not to speak
to Lenore Baker and I did anyway.

Then you wouldn't be
the woman I fell in love with

and have stayed in love with
for 18 years.

You still using that old line, huh?

It still work?

Every time.

Elsewhere,
small craft warnings

are still in effect for local harbors.

Boaters should take extra caution
in venturing out for pleasure.

Where have you been?
We're going to be late.

For what?

Farewell dinner for General Grayson.
Did you forget?

No. I just figured you'd rather go alone.

Alone? No.

Roland, you're my husband.

Look, I'm still upset,

but I know how hard it's been on you
with me being gone for two years.

I know that I was messed up
when I came home.

But you were there for me.
You didn't give up on us.

- Joan, I...
- Wait. Let me finish.

I want this marriage to work.

I'm willing to put this incident
behind us.

I know it's not going to be easy,
but we're worth it.

We are worth it.
We are worth fighting for.

So, look, why don't you just go upstairs
and get changed, so we won't be late?

I can't do this, Joan,

just go out and make small talk,
act like everything's okay.

Roland, I said we could work this out.

And what I came home to tell you is
that I'm not so sure that we can.

I've been thinking, too.

And you're right, Joan. I'm not that guy.

When I married you,
I made a commitment.

And I broke it.

And I've been asking myself why.

Why was I open to having an affair?

It's because
I've been avoiding the truth, Joan.

I haven't been happy in this marriage
for a while.

- And now... Just, please...
- Roland. Roland, you're unhappy?

Now, with you and your life going
in one way and mine going another,

honestly, I don't know what we have
to offer each other anymore.

I thought we were back
to the way it was, Roland.

No. No.

I think we should separate.

Separate?

Wait a minute.
Let's not make any hasty decisions.

- It's not. I'm sorry, Joan.
- Let's...

- I'm going to stay in a hotel tonight.
- Let's sleep on it...

I'll call you in the morning.

Roland!

Roland!

I'm sorry.

But the children were so excited.

With all due respect, sir, I don't think
it was me that had the problem.

- You might be right.
- Frank, he did outrank you,

so I'm pretty certain it was you
who had the problem.

Still got a scar from it, although...

What's the scoop
on the post commander?

Is the evil empire winning?

Michael thinks so.

Frank went to see Jeremy.

And?

He wouldn't tell me
exactly what they said,

but I think we have our family back.

Denise, that's wonderful.
I'm so happy for you.

Thank you. Me, too.

Everything all right, Burton?

Perfectly fine, sir.

Where's Roland?

He wasn't feeling well, sir.

Sorry to hear that.

There you are.

You can't escape me, General.

Mrs. Baker, those pralines
are out of this world.

I told you. All the good food
comes from Charleston.

You're making a believer out of me.

Now, I don't want to presume, but...

I know if General Baker were here
this evening, he'd tell you this himself.

- What's that?
- You can count on him for support.

Support for what?

One of your favorite projects, of course.

Project Windfall.

How do you know about Windfall?

We have our ways.

- Is everything okay, General?
- Excuse me.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Excuse me. Ma'am?

Would you come with us, please?

What? What's this about?

Ma'am, this way please.

We don't want to use force.

Would somebody please tell me
what this is about?

I am the wife
of General Theodore Baker.

- Please sit down, ma'am.
- I will not sit down!

Not until you explain to me
why I was humiliated

and brought to this place
like some common criminal.

How did you learn
about Project Windfall?

I don't need to tell you that.

Actually, you do.

It's highly classified information

and your knowledge
and open discussion of it

constitutes a breach
of national security.

Victoria. Hi.

Love your gardenias.

Thank you. I thought you'd left.

Well, I just wanted to say goodbye.

You may not know this,

but several years ago,
your husband did General Grayson

a great service in the field, in Kosovo.

No. No, Michael's never said anything.

That doesn't surprise me.

We never understood
why General Baker

got the nod here instead of Michael.

But that mistake has been rectified.

What do you mean?

Well, I simply let Lenore Baker's
worst instincts play themselves out.

You told Lenore classified information?

Oh, no, no, no.
I didn't tell her anything.

She looked at a file
inside my husband's briefcase.

But if she admits it, my husband
will deny ever having had such a file.

Really. Why?

Because he didn't.

I made the file and put it there.

Project Windfall was
a weapons program

that was aborted two years ago.

The only reason I know about it

is because my husband
talks in his sleep.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

If I were you,
I would be on my way to a spa

for a chemical peel
and a full-body massage.

But that's me.

You take good care
of that husband of yours.

And now for that goodbye.

And the high school seniors
will be washing cars

at the corner of Wilson and
Jessop Drive starting at 2:00.

So, car wash, people. Go.

Okay. So much for announcements.

Now for a little call-in segment

that I'm calling Have At It,
with Pamela Moran,

where we talk about us,

the Army wives,
and what we go through,

Like how it feels to be a single mom
even when you're married,

or, better yet, what it feels like
to be the mistress

because the Army is the wife

and sometimes that bitch
gets all the attention.

You know, they say,

"Mission first, people always,"
but that's crap.

And what the hell
does that mean anyway?

Because the Army comes first, period.

And we deal with it

or we move on.

And it doesn't matter
if your spouse wears

sergeant stripes or a colonel's eagle

because worrying about your soldier

at wartime feels exactly the same.

So, forget rank because
people are just people.

And, speaking of which,

I know we all like to gossip, but...

Come on, folks.

Can we just stop
all the lies and innuendos

about a certain colonel's wife?

I mean, what the hell, folks?

Did we all lose direction
to the high road or what?

Hi.

This is Have At It. You are on the air.

Hi. This is Jane.

Hi, Ms. Jane. What's on your mind?

Well, I'm eight months pregnant
and I have a two-year-old

and I went to the PX on payday,
and, well...

Oh, well, there's your first mistake.

Unbelievable lines on payday.
Wait a day, sweetheart.

Yeah, well.
I had to park way in the back.

By the time I made it to the front...

All you saw were empty spots
for colonels and their wives.

That's right.
I felt like a second-class citizen.

You know, when I was pregnant
with twins,

I peed my damn pants
before I got to that front door.

Maybe we can see
about getting some spots

reserved in front for the pregnant gals.

Really? You think you could do that?

I can ask.

I mean... I can Have At It.

Hi. This is Have At It.
You are on the air.

Hey, Pamela. My husband
deployed two weeks ago...