<em>The mortars and RPG's hammered the small town and buildings around him as he ran for cover.  "Ahmir!  Come on!" he yelled at the other boy as he stopped and ran back to pull him along.  "We have to reach the shelter!" he yelled over the surrounding sounds of battle as Makerva's rolled past, he stopped and saluted them, they were the men and women he aspired to be, fighting the Holy War to protect the Lands of God.  After, he pushed Ahmir on and they both bolted for the next cover, as the shelling commenced in earnest, Palestinian forces popping up all around to ambush the Makerva Company.  Yousef pushed Ahmir down and snatched up the rifle of a fallen Israeli soldier and trained in on one of the Dogs... he went down in a hail of bullets.  Grinning like a demon, Yousef helped Ahmir to his feet and they ran once again.  Only a few feet and they were at the shelter, forcing the boy inside, he saw that his father and little Imehna were already there.  All three embracing and Abrahim Ahmoud motioned for his son to join them.  Yousef started forward, then turned as he heard the sound that would haunt him forever, the sound that would forever make him falter and hesitate... WHOOSH, he looked back and saw a Palestinian Dog had fired an RPG right at the entrance... Yousef leaped as if to catch the Rocket... but it was simply too fast, and the trail passed him by and into the shelter...</em><br/><br/>Yousef mumbled in his unconscious state, in his native Yiddish, the language of his people, even growing up Catholic, he grew up in a primarily Jewish neighborhood.  "How... is cowboy's... manicure?" he haltingly asked, his eyes still closed as he felt of his body from within... he was hurt bad, he still could not feel his legs... Opening his eyes, he rolled his head down to look over himself, he was in the A Van, and an angel was hovering over him... No, it was close enough... It was Mea.  "Mea... I... need to say... something..." he coughed and some blood came out... "That... isn't good..." he rolled his head back to look at Mea again.  "I told you once before... in Russia... it got you shot... because I... was not looking... for trouble on... cake walk.  I never say... it again... too scared... scared... of losing..." his head lolled back and he passed out, blissfully into unconsciousness once again, one last word barely whispered upon his lips, "... you..."