The small confessional door slid back, wood grating on wood. I strained to see anything through the mesh, but all I could see was a dark, shadowy head...shape. I shifted uneasily. It had been many years since it's been in a similar wooden enclosure confessing unimportant and inconsequential 'sins' for forgiveness, but I remembered the words of the mantra as if they were etched into my brain; which of course, they were."Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been a few years since my last. Patricia would have to figure out something and I knew she would her intuitive Asian mind would come up with something amazing I was sure and I could not wait to see it kind of excited I was and the days grew long waiting for Christmas to arrive!.On Christmas morning yes it had finally got here I awoke and reached for her in her usual place beside me I wanted to kiss her awake and then maybe have a little Xmas sex oh boy sex with Patricia is always good and lately is has been amazing it's like. Ever.When the Drill Instructor yelled, "What kind'a fuckin' name is that for a Marine?" —Earl remembered the tone in his friend's voice when George had said, standing at attention, "Translated from the Lakota, Gunnery Sergeant! Cussatcha means 'Cuts Your Balls Off Laughing', Gunnery Sergeant!" —Nobody else knew Lakota, so nobody could verify that exact translation.But then, none of the guys had doubted George, either. Not even the Gunnery Sergeant.After having gone through training together,. Is he hurt?”He sighed. “No, he’s fine. He didn’t resist or anything. Surrendered right away. Gave the gun up. Gave the story up. Ray told me his mom was sobbing the whole time.”“God, Steve. That makes me sad.”“They think he was so cooperative because he thought Rose was dead. They said I should’ve seen his face when they told him. That he screamed and screamed. Now he’s freakishly silent, they say.”Good. “Has Robert been down there yet?“No. His attorney is already here, though. We haven’t been.