What did April 13th mean to you???

Well, for one it was Suraj (the guy on the left's) birthday. We bought everyone Pizza and Ice Cream, sang happy birthday, and some people even ave him some birthday money. I have never seen anyone so thankful for so little. I had him moved from another station just so he could be with everyone...and call Marty. He had been talking about their birthday for weeks. An d how he would get a chance to talk to Marty on the phone.



I was also the guy on the rights birthday, too. I did get to talk to him and it was for a good chunk of time. I was glad but so nervous. I didn't know what to say. As I stood by the phone after the guys came and got me, my heart, echoed in that small space where you use the phone.

It was a year to the day I met him. He counted it as our anniversary.

I tripped over thoughts, never saying what I wanted. He asked about the attack...I started to cry beause it was him that I was telling. He made this place safe when he was here. I never worried. He was more of a man than I could have asked for. I wanted to say sorry things went how they did. That sounded like happy birthday, I hope things are going well.

He said he had been having dreams about coming back. The guys said he talked to the chief about coming back for 4 mos, shot down. He asked when I was leaving. I think he was diswayed with me still being hee and resigning. I don't think he wants back again. I hope he doesn't. He left with a goal, drive, ambitition, and so much potential. It would break my heart again to know he returned. He is better than this. We both were.

So I blabbered about everything going wrong. He is the only one who knows this place. He lived this with me. I think I cried because I was so glad I could tell him what anyone would tell the only person that they believed could understand. I told him,"I'm not really tough afterall." He told me his plans for the evening, bowling. I supposed I should have guessed. But that is the Marty I began to barely learn about backhome. We bowled once here.

Long story short. It was good to hear him. I blabbed like an idiot. I don't know if for me it could have ever been enough time. I miss my friend.

Oh yeah, it was holy Thursday, Napalese New Years Eve. and I'm sure a whole bunch of other crap that doesn't concern me.