He seemed to be more lucid now, and asked me where he knew me from. I told him that I was the one he dragged to safety when he got shot in Iraq."Sure,...I remember that. You're the one who got it in the legs when the jeep got hit."He looked at the nurse and said: "I remember. I told you I wasn't being bad when I got hurt. See? He was there too and I wasn't bad, I was being good."The nurse said: "I knew you were being good. You're always good. I saw you with that little girl yesterday when she. ’ ‘Age?’ ‘Twenty-three.’ ‘Nationality?’ ‘American.’ ‘What is the purpose of your trip?’ ‘Pleasure,’ I replied as I removed the neon green Billabong cap for the photograph. The rest of my tour group preceded me or followed close behind, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. I also had a stuffed Bugs Bunny in my carryon luggage, just in case there was a random customs inspection. Doesn’t everyone carry a bunny in their luggage? The inspector at Almeria International Airport barely glanced at. I had been thinking about this for the last few weeks and it now seemed to be the time to tell him of my feelings. Having finished the letter I felt a sense of relief. After addressing the envelope I sealed the letter inside and put it with my things to be mailed tomorrow on my way to school. I only hoped Eric would understand. Chapter Five The third week of August been a really bad for me. Two days ago while out on patrol we were ambushed. Three of my guys were wounded, including JD. They were. It was difficult to see the wise figure before me as an artificial construct, even knowing that they had been designed to engender exactly the feelings of trust that I was feeling. "I seek a path that I am not sure you can help me find." We all find our own paths in life and in all things," He said, motioning down the path in front of us. "Walk with me a while and we can talk."We walked down a path of soft earth bordered by worn, smooth stones until we were walking alongside a smooth, slow.