"No shit?"  Sam asked, as he thought.  "I've heard of a Cunningham, before, but that was a guy, and he was an infantry commander over in Europe."<br/><br/>Sam took another draw on his bottle, and loved how the cold fluid seemed to cool him from the inside as it went down.  Still, the tried to think of any other Cunningham, and came up blank.  Either his mind was wiped from the intensity of the day, or he was simply too tired and worn out to do any proper thinking, but either way, he didn't know anything about a 'Cute Cunningham'.<br/><br/>"Good luck on the debrief."  Sam said.  "Just...  don't discuss any recent events too much..."