The next morning Christopher awoke to the sound of a childish voice, “Your lost too?”
Christopher looked at the boy of what he determined to be around six years old squatting in front of him, “Are you lost?”
” You talk funny.”, The young boy said, puzzled.
While he could under stand the boy through his translator, the boy could not understand him. He took a stick and drew two parent and on kid stick figure and then shrugged his shoulders.
“You forgot my sister silly.”, The boy said,
He drew another stick figure and again shrugged his shoulders.
“My sister and I were playing hide and go seek. I was it so I hide in the bushes. Then the soldiers came and took everyone away. Except for me, I’m a good hider.”, the boy said.
Then Christopher drew a house, then shrugged his shoulders.
The boy pointed in a direction behind him. Christopher stood and turned in the direction the boy had pointed to see a house only a hundred meters away. He gathered up the boy under one arm and put the thermal blanket over them both, then ran to the house. Once they were in the house, Christopher set the boy at the kitchen and table motioned his to stay. Then he began searching the house for clothes and food. As he was searching the rooms a gust of wind moved the uniform of a dead Mamluk soldier, which caught his eye from a bedroom window.
When Christopher had found more clothes he went to the boy at the kitchen table and made the motion of eating.
“I’m hungry too. Can I have my Cereal?”, The boy said.
Christopher nodded his head, then searched for the cereal. After three different cereal boxes, he found the boy’s favorite. As the boy started to eat, Christopher mentioned him to stay.
Leaving the house, he headed toward the body. At the body he took the hand held radio, rifle, hand gun, clips of ammo, and field pack. Then taking his knife cut a universal translator from behind the ear of the body.
Afterwards, he headed to the house, the boy still at the table. He refilled the bowl and again motioned for him to stay. The boy nodded his head. Christopher then took the translator to a bathroom and cleaned it. At the kitchen table, he squatted behind the boy and with a heavy duty tape he taped the translator on the bone behind the boy’s right ear. As he was holding the translator to the boy’s ear, “What is your name?”
The boy squirming stopped when he heard Christopher asking his name. The boy looked at Christopher, “You don’t talk funny anymore. My Name is Bartholomew Archibald Jennings. Everybody calls me Bud though, because Bartholomew Archibald Jennings takes to long to say.”
“If you leave the tape on you will know what I am saying.”, Christopher said.
“Ok, I won’t play with it, but it tickles. What is your name?”, Bud asked.
“My name is Al Malik Mansur, but everyone calls me Christopher because Al Malik Mansur takes to long to say.” Christopher said.
“Your right, Your name is hard to say too.” Bud said.
“So, the tape stays?”, Christopher asked.
Bud eating another spoonful of cereal nodded his head.
“When you’re finished with your cereal, we’ll start our adventure.”, Christopher said.
While Bud ate his breakfast, Christopher found a backpack for Bud filling it with clothes, canned and boxed food and basic medical supplies. Once Bud’s backpack was at a weight, he thought Bud could carry, he checked the soldiers pack. Everything was in the pack he and Bud needed for several days.
Christopher then grabbed a box of cereal and sat beside Bud, smiling at each other as they ate.