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to get this prick,” he paused, shook his head lightly, and took another sip of coffee.
    He leaned into the edge of the table and rested the coffee cup beside his pack of cigarettes, still flipping the cigarette lighter between his fingers. Nervously, he released the cup and lifted the unlit cigarette to his lips.
    “So, it’s zero dark fucking thirty, and we’re all waiting. About oh two thirty they round us up, take us as close as they can get us, tell us good luck and god fucking speed. We surround the front of this little mud hut and blow the door on this place, toss in a few flash-bangs, and in we go,” he pulled the cigarette from his lips and inhaled a deep breath as if disgusted.
    “Needless to say, I’m as nervous as a fucking whore in church service. I’ve got diarrhea, my stomach is all fucked up, my head’s full of all kinds of thoughts on what may happen to me or to someone else, and what I’m gonna do when it does. I’d gone over every possible god damned scenario based on the intel we have and who’s supposedly in this shit-hole,” he paused and shook his head from side to side and looked out into the parking lot.
    “You see Dekk, men are just that; men. And men make mistakes. A man will give you an opinion , and portray it as an absolute fact. If you’re either gullible enough or dumb enough to believe him, you then make a life changing decision based on the inaccuracies of his beliefs. And you see, Dekk,” he stopped gazing through the glass into the parking lot and turned to face me.
    “It’s just that. It’s an opinion. It’ll never be any more or any less. If I had all of the lives we lost based on one man’s opinion of what was sure not to happen, I could fill this fucking diner with good god damned Marines. But I can’t, because they’re all fucking dead.”
    “The opposite happened on this particular night. The shit-hole home was empty. No hidden exit. No tunnels. No way out except the doors which were in full view. And we had eyes on every fucking corner of this place. And after an assurance he and his band of merry men walked in and never came out – we went in after him. I was mad as fuck. Let down, depressed, and I felt kind of betrayed. They were wrong Dekk. They’re wrong more than they’re right. You know why? Because they’re fucking human and they gave their opinion .”
    “You see,” he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and bit the filter between his teeth.
    “If we’re forced to make a decision that has the potential to have a profound effect on our life, and it’s based on the opinion of one man, we must weigh the legitimacy of the man in question. And in my humble opinion, if the man in question is not God, his opinion is nothing more than an educated guess.”
    He slowly stood from his seat and removed the cigarette from his mouth. As if he’d forgotten if it was lit or not, he lifted it, looked at the tip, and grinned, “I’m going to go burn this. I’ve been chewing on it for too damned long. Come out and join me?”
    I nodded my head sharply as I reached for my wallet.
    And I paid in cash.

SHANE. As A-Train smoked his cigarette, I walked across the parking lot toward the motorcycles. Although what he said made perfect sense, I didn’t necessarily want to hear it. For some reason I found comfort wallowing in the believing the pity I felt was warranted, and everything I was doing was for good reason.
    As I got within a few feet of where he stood, he sat down in the seat of his motorcycle and continued to puff on his cigarette.
    “So, you riding out with me?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. I just…”
    “You just what?” he interrupted.
    He stood and momentarily straddled his motorcycle as he took one last pull on the portion of a cigarette which remained. As he exhaled the smoke, he stepped over the motorcycle and tossed the butt onto the parking lot.
    “You wanna give me your honest opinion as to whether or not you can whip my ass?” he asked