the struggle is fitting in the work around a family that i miss ( i am told some days they miss me as well ) . heading down to where he 'd crashed . he sat in the sand , and he waited , and he waited , but he did n't reply . carefully he leaned to his right , around the rock , just far enough to see . the men were hauled to the poles and strung up , tied by leather straps , lifting them a foot off the ground . 