It had been attached in sheets and bracketed together. Some time in the past, one bracket had come loose and someone had engineered an oval hole about... 4-5 inches around. When the toilet had been painted sometime in the distant past, the lazy painters, had painted neatly around and through the hole making it look at though it belonged there. This is where Martin sat.In 1992 Martin had been playing football with two other school friends. They discovered the toilet when they went to hide behind it. Them, and me. And I was starting to feel very nervous!As it got dark, the soldiers were very definitely watching me, watching every move I made. They were quite nice about it, not threatening in any way, just open in their interest. If I sat still they watched me, if I stood and walked about their eyes followed me. When I went into the bushes for a pee I don't think anyone talked until I returned! It was scary being on my own in the jungle, I didn't dare go more than a few steps from the camp. You have done something here ... something that is so ... unprecedented. Something only ever talked about in legends and whispered about by wise men in lonely places. You have met yourself, accepted who you are, embraced who you are. You are a complete person, at sixteen no less. Jimmy, this is the kind of thing old men dream about doing before they die. I can't even begin to imagine what this is going to mean for you." Well for one thing, I can now be in two places doing completely different. Bristoll kept moving, jogging as slowly as he dared while trying not to make it too obvious that he was looking. He failed miserably.Mickey looked up and grinned. "Helluva way to cool down eh?" He pointed at the two girls. "Fucking awesome aren't they." He indicated Bristoll's clothes. "You look as though you could use some cooling down."One of the girls, she was a skinny redhead, came close to the edge of the fountain near where Bristoll was standing. "Hey you're not bad looking. Come on.