chapter nineteen you huddle in the flight deck shelter with your cammies on and your boots and your cap tucked into one of the big pockets on your thigh and your mres in the other , like the thigh pads in your football uniform sweaty , and a blanket rolled up and stuffed into your web gear and the canteens hanging heavy and wet from your chest , and you look across to mr. holden and he is got his eyes closed and his lips are moving and then he opens his eyes and says thought id get in a little prayer before we go you want one and you say what the hell mr. holden say one for me .