Butthese boys didn't really talk to girls and they pretty much didn't talkto him either. It was more likely they would hit or insult him than totalk ...ice to him. Jay didn't mind though. The little eleven year oldscouldn't hurt a 'man' like him and in someways being insulted was betterthan being ignored by the boy he liked. Not that he wouldn't insult theboy right back.Jay sometimes told his friends that he like this boy or that. (He hadmoved on from his crush for Anton when he found out. I ran my dark hand over my dark face. I wasn't light-skinned like HalleBerry. I was black like Serena Williams.What did I know about being black in this generation? Or a woman, forthat matter. I had lived a life of comfort. Sure, I had black friends,but we didn't talk about rap or sports or the works of Alice Walker.The racial divide of our country was still pronounced. We had ourculture; black people had theirs.Now, I was one of them. A stranger in a strange land. An Othello in aworld of. One notebook, one very important notebook, had slid under a set of filing cabinets, and would not see the light of day again for many years.“Well Edward, I’m not really asking,” Samuel told him in a cold, snippy voice.“Excuse me?” Edward responded in kind, the frown deepened as he looked at Samuel. Perhaps taking in his colleague now for the first time. There was something odd in the way that Samuel was holding himself. The man was leaning forward, and he had a determined set about his jaw.. This was not a fight at range. Instead, they had left three members hidden on a ridgeline to "paint" the Sa'arm as the rest of the platoon bounded through them, shooting at will and throwing grenades at any Sa'arm that appeared to be gathering others nearby.It turns out that this little diversion may have started the largest battle on Wadi so far. I don't have the final numbers, but for the Second Panzer the final count was 9 tanks destroyed, 28 crew killed, and 21 tanks damaged. Yes, every.