Memories started coming back to me--memories that had been so deeply hidden that I hadn't realized that I'd had another life. Everything I knew about ...y growing up in Texas and what waited for me was a lie. I had resources, albeit primitive ones. I had a place to go. I woke up knowing these things. It scared me that I'd been manipulated so thoroughly. That made me cautious.After fueling up we took the slower county blacktops, called farm-to-market roads, south east to Waco. Once we hit town I. “No, it not that,” the interpreter said.“All right, what’s going on here?” the CO demanded, as he came up to us.“The holy man is upset,” Tweed answered.“And?” the CO asked.“Don’t know,” Tweed replied, as we were joined by Lieutenant Tamusarit.Shortly the Platoon Leaders brought the holy man over to introduce him to us. He bowed and waited, and spoke to Lt. Tamusarit in Thai.“This is Ajaan Bua,” the Lieutenant told us, “he is a monk of the Kammatthana, or Thai Forest Tradition. He wanders and. Anabel, who had followed her upstairs asked, ‘What is wrong Blen. Why are you crying?’ ‘It is Bruno. He called to me. I hate him.’ She lay, turning matters over in her head. She did not regret her deception. She enjoyed being ‘Blen, student nurse’, for just one day. Better, one day, than never. But how lucky are those who can be such a person all their lives. Hugging a pillow, she fell asleep. Awakened by a vibration in her pocket, hatred welled up inside her as she pulled out the phone and. “you know, Michelle, you have come so far, since, just this morning.”“Thanks, Phil. It's all your doing.”“Not really, it was always there; it just needed letting out.”“Maybe.”“So are you ready for another new experience?” I enquired.“Oh my god. What now?” She replied.“Do you trust me?”“Yes, I do.”“Good.” I waited a moment while looking at Michelle, who looked a bit tentative. “Are you sure you trust me?”“Yes, Phil. Let’s do it.”I left another slight pause for effect.“Helene,” I called out, and.