"What the hell? What is going on? I'm getting scared. I don't want to bepart of the rebellion. I just want to get out of this house with my cockstill ...ttached."Why? Why did she need to win?" Because she is proof." Proof of what?" I don't know, I swear I don't know. That's all they told me. Proof.Please don't kill me." Kill you?" Because I'm a rebel." Why would you think I would kill you?" Because..."He seems afraid to say whatever is on his mind."Say it," I tell him. "Say it and everything will. It was a Sunday in late May, around 5 o'clock in the afternoon. As we got closer to where the swings, see-saw and climbing frame were; I noticed Louise was there hanging out with 5 of her female friends smoking weed and holding a bottle of liquor of some sort. My heart started to race and I became anxious. I started to quicken my step hoping Louise wouldn't notice me. But to my dismay, I heard her shout, "hey, retard!" Which was heard by my mum too. Louise came running over to us, closely. The recon patrol I led had been pinned down until we could get some backup artillery or a flyby from the Air Force or Navy. We went out to recon a supposed mountain hideout for the guerrillas in central Afghanistan, northwest of Jabol-os-Saraj, which is north of Kabul. Where we were was to the east of the A76 Highway; at least that is what it says on our maps. Anyway, we had been air dropped into the foothills of the mountains. I don't think anyone knows the names of these damn things. It was. My another hand was still between her thighs which I did not remove. I did not make a move because I did not want to risk anything. Any move might make her upset and I won’t even get a hug out of her. “I want to go to the toilet”, she whispered into my ears exhaling warm air giving me goose bumps. “I too want to go to the toilet”, I said.We got up and moved towards the toilet. There were people sitting on the floor in the toilet lobby. It was crowded. We freshen up and came back. I was afraid.