The day had come and gone, and 7:30 rolled around. I was all ready to go, taking pictures with my brothers and my parents before I left for the school... The ceremony didn't last long due to my small graduation class. Only about an hour and a half. I met up with my Dad and my tear streaked face Mother afterwards. I told them I was staying with a friend that night, and that I would be back tomorrow early morning. We said our goodbyes and I got in my car and headed to Mr. Patterson's apartment. I. I was always tired and didn't want to do anything, but my own programming forced me to exercise my muscles and brain. My food supply was decreased when I actually started to put on some muscle tone, and several days they must have increased the drugs that made me feel extremely motivationless. But I won that small victory when I continued to exercise and they had returned my dosages back to their original levels.Then one day after finishing a larger meal than I had been getting, Steven's voice. During lunch, we made a point of talking about anything but the war, but, after that, I called a meeting of both squads and told them what the major wanted us to do. They had come up with a bazooka and rockets, so that was covered. It was nice to have two BARs, two bazookas, and 15 men to back me up. I told the guys that we would get them all an MP40 and a P38 as soon as enough showed up, but we also needed an MP40 for the major. I did say that they should still consider the M1 their primary. He was dressed in a pair of light tan linen pants, a smoking jacket, and expensive looking moccasin slippers adorned his feet."You look beautiful hun, just what I was hoping for; come here," he whispered hoarsely and reached out to pull me to him.I immediately tried to step back out of his reach but he gripped my forearm and pulled me forward. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My.