I started to scoop up the discarded C-Ration items that nobody wanted and put them into an orderly fashion. It was so strange that one guy wanted more... sugar and one guy wanted more cream and they both would throw away that which they did not want. I guess this was the syndrome that was the root of the scourge of “Rat-Fucking”.One of the strangest rituals of the Vietnam experience was the dirty job of “burning the shitter”. Anyone who has been In-Country will appreciate this observation. The. I wrapped my arms around him, desperately wanting to, if not remove this awful reality entirely, shield him from it for as long as possible. Eric, for his part, sat quietly, not really saying or doing anything, and soon dozed off in my arms.As he slept, the arrangements were finalized. Although not particularly religious, R.J. and Cassie attended a local nondenominational church. The pastor of their church, Reverend Harris, would be conducting the funeral service on Monday morning, the 26th.. I sprayed my cum on the panty and came out of the washroom. Sneha was waiting for me in the hall and she said,”What were you doing in the washroom for so long and why are you sweating”.(Smiling naughtily). I said,”I was relieving myself”.Sneha said,”Relieving yourself or relieving your cock by using my panty hahahaha “. I said ,”NO nothing like that “.(Blushing and avoiding eye contact).Sneha-Okay I will get you the articleship in my company but before joining the company in need you to come to. . I could feel myself going flame red... said no.He paused again. Then... stupidly... I said, "Okay... well nice chatting... stay in touch."What??!He said, "Sure... have a good Xmas." and hung up!!I willed the phone to ring again... it didn't. Stupid bitch!! What had I said that for?? Eventually I got home... kicking myself. Sure... i could phone him... but I felt that it wasn't "right". Talk about confused!! I determined to take a walk that evening. I had to release the tension I was feeling.I.