witherspoon/woods went on before her now lit fire before the now empty dais of the so-called bamiyan buddhas..... as she stared into the embers of the fire -- she began to recall more of the previous weeks in flashback style -- there was a one week R&R flight to Paris, France... she walked down the champs-elysee away from the arch-de-triomphe and towards the similar, modern day arch of 'la defense'....... her special ops handler had ordered her to get R&R right there in Paris after her involvement in a suicide bombing days earlier...... she was walking in a small market-place in Kandahar listening to her i-pod -- her pink fatigues now blood-red with blood from soldiers and civilians of north america and afghanistan and pakistan... muslim, christian and buddhist.... as she walked along, listening to Avril Lavigne on her i-Pod.... she looked at shawls for sale, and knick-knacks from china --- she wanted something cute like the official shawl worn by Presiden Karzhai ---- suddenly the ground shook and she was aware of a ringing sound in her ears -- she looked up half expecting to see people around her laughing at her as she remembered a time from college when friends of hers placed 10 cigarrette bombs (instead of just one) in her cigarrette which led it to explode in her face leaving a butt in her mouth and her ears ringing....... when she looked up she was shocked to see a sloppy, grisly mess of body parts and blood around her, spattered everywhere.......
stoking the fire, still in her now red fatigues, she next recalled how after the suicide bombing she was sitting in a room with an army psychiatrist and how she began to cry as she recalled the event -- she had never cried like that before -- her throat burned and even hurt her as it felt lumpy inside her --- her lungs jerked open and closed spasmodically, out of her control -- she was hyperventilating --- warm tears streamed in rivers from her eyes --- the psychiatrist was going to just let her cry it out without administering any mild sedatives....
as she stoked the fire she tried to recall if the crying incident was before or after the first time she had sex with Omar Sharrif....
she went on to remember another time, she was with Omar Sharrif and his brother from the Taliban, placing acupuncture needles into their backs --- she listened to them converse in english with californian accents for her own benefit (so as she understand) -- instead of conversing in Pashtun.......... 'the Americans flew by lower base yesterday and dropped a load of money over us, two million dollars in total, all in marked $100 bills', Sharrif said to his brother, to which his brother Musharif responded, 'excellent, $10,000 for our russian minefield clearing exercise, $20,000 to fund our get-miniature nuclear-warheads drive, another $50,000 for arms and maintenance, we need more mortars and to insure that our shoulder-launched capabilities remain heat-seeking....... $100,000 for laptop computers and IT encryption...... the usual $1,000,000 for our tribe's paychecks, what do you suggest we do with the rest of it?'
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