“Look at how we’ve all grown! It appears we all like to show lots of skin,” Cathy remarked, admiring their blossomed figures. When Brad came fro...m his bedroom, Cathy turned around, and he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped at the sight of how beautiful and sexy a woman Cathy had become.She walked over to Brad and put her arms around him, giving him a good hug and kiss. He was in teenage heaven. Brad returned the hug, taking advantage to hold Cathy close to him and. Both Nazulu smile and return the feather to the chief.Mako tells us the swiping of the feather adds the eagle's protection to each of us. I witness the renewed security on their faces through this sacred act. The Nazulu obviously believe in the power of this ritual. Next, we are served meat, a rare thing for the Nazulu, and then singing, drumming, and dancing resumes. Looking around, their community spirit overwhelms me to tears. I was told one of the women lost her husband to disease several. But I did want to talk to him. He was gone so I went by the sick bay. He wasn’t there, but I spotted a door which I thought might lead to his quarters. I knocked on it, hoping he didn’t have company. He opened the door. Well, at least I hadn’t got him out of bed. He had started though. All he was wearing was his white uniform trousers. His glasses were perched on his nose. ‘Hi there. Ms. O’Brien isn’t it?’ He gave me a quick professional look over. Then his eyes drifted back to where the. That was a total no-no, and we had to sign a DA-31 leave form swearing that we wouldn’t drink in uniform.Once home they didn’t care if you drank the county dry, as long as you did it in civvies.The flight home took the better part of two days. Eventually I landed at Hartsfield in Atlanta. From the time I got off the plane, I had fourteen days before I had to report back to Hartsfield and turn myself over to the Army. Otherwise, my time was my own. I could go home, get drunk, go cross-country,.