THIS IS A DELETED SCENE!!! I seem to have deleted my random thoughts book so I'm just going to put deleted scenes into the books under the titles of deleted scenes. 

Micky

We remained in Chi for the next forty-eight hours, both to monitor civilians and in anticipation of a ground attack from the enemy. 

Since most of the houses and other structures had been destroyed either by fire or by the blasts, we set up camps in the rubble of the town. Hundreds of people huddled in the common area to sleep. We kept close together like penguins as we shivered through the night. So different were these last two nights from the day of the fire. Then it was almost too much heat for the human body to withstand. Now as we laid unprotected in the Vietnamese winter night, we had to keep moving to keep from freezing.  

Keanu and I slept in each others' arms. 

We spent a lot of the days together as well. 

The Lieutenant knew that Peter and I had been friends and he got me assigned to watch the deranged boy. Honestly I had been scared to at first. But after a few times of going and sitting in silence I was no longer afraid of going. I looked forward to it now. It was a peaceful time for me. 

I sat one day with my back to the cage and started falling asleep when a thought occurred to me. I began annoyed with Peter.  

" know you aren't talking to me right now, but I need to talk to you." I begged him. 

"You seem to be mad at me ever since Mike...died..." I took a deep breath and choked on the words that brought so much sadness to mind. "But I don't know why! It's like I'am the one who shot him!" I yelled. 

Peter shuffled his feet behind me. 

"Peter, I am grieving Mike too! You aren't the only one who loved him." I sighed. 

Pete moved again. 

"You're the last person I have who knows what it feels like." I said with tears stinging my eyes. 

A hand reached through the bars behind me and grabbed my shoulder. The grip was strong and alarming. I glanced back to see Peter with his head hung low and his other hand gripped into the dirt below him. When he looked up his face was contorted and red. Tears fell swiftly from his tightly closed eyes. 

"Whoa, Pete..." I gasped.

"Mick," Peter sobbed as he gripped my shirt tighter. "Get me out!" He urged me.

It seemed providential that just then the Colonel showed up. 

"Good news, Tork. You're getting out of this cell." 

"Thank God!" Peter jumped to his feet and ran to the door. I too stood up with concern coursing through me. What was with Peter? Was he truly crazy?

The Colonel unlocked the door of the cage and let my friend out. Peter took my hand and forced me to run with him to behind the mess tent. Once there he stopped abruptly and entangled me in a hug. I didn't hesitate in wrapping my arms around him. Peter's grip on me was deadly. I lost my breath but I couldn't tell if it was from Peter's hug or the overwhelming emotions. 

"I'm so sorry Micky." He sobbed into my shoulder. 

"Don't be." I whispered.

"I was so blind to your pain. I was such a dick, please forgive me?" 

"Of course." I sighed in relief. 

"I was in so much pain it blinded me." Peter informed me as he finally pulled away and began to dry his tears.

"It's-it's okay." I laughed through my own tears. "I just wanted to know why." 

"I was a fool." Peter sighed before looking down at the ground in dead silence.

All of a sudden I gasped in a breath of freezing cold air. Panting I sat up not in the safe daylight of camp, but in the vulnerable midnight of Chi. It was all a dream. 

On my right a soldier bolted up in the same startled gasp. The sound surprised me. I knew the voice. It was Peter. 

"Micky?" He asked in the darkness.

"Peter?" I said in confusion.

"How-how did I get here?" He was just as clueless. 

"I don't know! Did they let you out?" 

"Not that I remember. But man did I have the strangest dream!" Peter chuckled. 

And now you know why I deleted this! It's so bad.....I don't know how I thought that idea would work! UHG!