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Shot of Whiskey

... specialty. The rest of the buffet line included side dishes that might go well with your protein choice. Today the third buffet was lasagna and side dishes included steamed broccoli, grilled asparagus, steamed and buttered green beans and a large salad, people took none, one or all the sides, it was all free and all you could eat. Following the protein lines there were multiple drink stations and one large dessert buffet with a soft-serve machine that had the longest line of anything in the facility. I wanted to pace myself with all this free food and took a modest plate with no dessert and no soft drink, just a large bottle of water.

Dorado and I sat alone at first but were later joined by others in the PRT command, including Major Rodriguez. The conversation revolved around the mission the next day, a trip to a local school we had built, and where USAID was sponsoring programs to teach women to sew. At graduation, each woman would receive a small sack of supplies and her own foot-powered sewing machine. While these programs were not a direct concern to me, I was still expected to ride in the convoy as we would be stopping at the district headquarters to meet the Chief of Police and it would be my first opportunity to assess the success of training so far for the current class of 1,500 police recruits.

We ate and talked for an hour and a half. The eating was the shortest part, fifteen minutes, if that. The talk at the table was lively and spanned centuries of ideas ...

... and history: military, political and personal histories. The conversation also turned to topics of home; favorite food, favorite women, favorite family events, favorite sports outings, favorite hikes, favorite everythings. I wondered if these topics made people homesick, though it was clear this too was a type of home as the men supported one another through whatever loneliness they felt via merciless mocking and razzing, this was the bread and butter affection they shared, the manly tease. It was befitting for some of the straightest males South Dakota had ever produced and it created an unbreakable bond between most of the men in the unit. Beyond joking and the fun put-downs, how many men were willing to share a different type of affection, I could not tell then. I imagined for most of them the physical affection, where they allowed themselves to enjoy it, would have seemed an extension of the support and love they owed each other as soldiers and as battle partners.

I thought about this as I walked back to my barracks. I made my way down the dimly lit hallway until I reached my door. I was surprised to see a tiny crack of light under the door and could hear voices inside. I checked to make sure I was at the right room and indeed I was. When I opened the door, the voices immediately stopped. Each room had a tiny partition to keep people just walking by from being able to see directly into the room. I took two steps inside and was greeted by the sight of Sam and Ryan sitting ...