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explain that the thump I heard was indeed a dud mortar, but the trajectory of where it was fired from and where it landed ten feet in the ground, decapitated her and she died instantly.
    “Instantly!?” I asked myself, “What are they saying?” I remember seeing her so full of life, how can that be taken instantly? All I remember doing was balling up, crying, and yelling, but none of that brought her back.
    I wake up in my bed and hear faucet water running. Someone obviously was in my room, but I can’t see who’s at the sink because a pair of wall lockers divides the room in two halves. My side was by the door and the opposite side was my Hispanic roommate who was never there. I sat up realizing I was drenched in sweat.
    “Who’s there?” I ask loudly. Even though, I had a roommate he was hardly ever here. I hear squeaking from someone turning the knobs ceasing the flow of water. A head peaks out at the top of a six and a half foot wooden wall locker. The head ducks back and the person came back out revealing himself. A young Caucasian guy with a buzz cut, wearing a gray top and black shorts P.T. uniform with a brown towel around his neck. It was Noorak. He was a farmer from Wisconsin that joined the unit while we were doing R.O.T.C training at Ft. Polk, Louisiana, a few months before we made it in theater. He lived on the opposite side of the barracks, but we shared a bathroom, so he must’ve walked from his room through my bathroom door.
    “Tommy Boy, I ran out of toothpaste, was wondering could I borrow some?” he asked with blue eyes going from left to right suggesting a sense of corny humor. A toothbrush was sticking out of his mouth with toothpaste foaming out of the edge of his lips.
    “Is it too late to say no?” I ask.
    “No, not for the toothpaste,” he said. “But the toothbrush, on the other hand, I’m not too sure you want back. Gingivitis, halitosis and other oral diseases.” He explains the list of potential risks that I’d be taking if I did ask for it back. Slapstick comedy was something I never did get. I re-examine the visible part of the long purple and white toothbrush hanging from his mouth. It’s definitely mine, or at least was for that matter.
    “I’m surrounded by jack ballers,” I say frustrated at the fact that he had the nerve. We bumped heads numerous times in the past, but once you make it through life or death situations for fifteen months you even look at a man you despise at one point like a brother.
    He quickly pulls the toothbrush out of his white foamed toothpaste lips. “Well, Thomas, I would get my own, but the clubs are just now getting started. And I really didn’t want to be too late,” he says while waving my toothbrush around.
    “You’re okay. I got a pack from the Post Exchange by the airfield anyway,” I said, swinging my legs over to get out of bed.
    Noorak put the toothbrush in his mouth and resumed brushing his teeth.
    “What time is it, Noo?” I ask standing to my feet leaning back slightly while stretching my hands in the air.
    He lifts up the opposing arm the toothbrush is in and looks at his watch. “Ten-thirty,” Noorak answered.
    I remember what Shane said about meeting him and I only had a half hour left. I drop my hands and rush past a foamed-mouth Noorak.
    “You headed out too, Thomas?” Nooak asks me.
    I open the medicine cabinet that’s to the left and grab a brand new toothbrush and turn on the faucet. “Coo Coo’s nest,” I answered, reaching out towards Noorak with my left hand.
    He drags his feet as he walks towards me as he digs in his pocket and hands me the red and white Colgate tube. I guess he had plans on actually keeping that too. I bent down and begin to brush my teeth. I look into the mirror and see him now in the refrigerator.
    “No liquor, no beer, huh?” he asks, moving out of the way of the closing refrigerator door.
    I pause the horizontal strokes on my upper row of teeth to answer him. “You know I don’t