and you hit the chow tent starving , with the steam tables steaming and a long line of marines sliding up and getting their food and sitting down and eating all dirty and tired looking and then you rack out in a cold cement room that was an iraqi barracks not too long ago and you lay there on your rack and mr. holden is just across the room on his rack and you finally say to him why did they cut off the porno sir and he says oh the born-agains are all over that shit and they got to the secnav and he wrote some instruction banning all porno from ships stores and you say thats fucked up and he says i dont give two shits the guys can just buy that shit ashore and you say i guess so and then you roll over and stare at the concrete wall with the shadows dancing and someones name or something dragged deep into the stone in arabic .