 small waves rolling in.

"Something bad happen." Ryan said. It was a question.

Jason didn't reply.

"When you were in the hole."

"They beat the crap out of me a couple times, treated me like an enemy combatant."

"And?"

Jason's eyes teared up and he sobbed, softly at fi rst, then like without restraint, almost wailing. Ryan, tears welling in his eyes, put his hand on Jason's shoulder and patted and rubbed his back. "Tell me," he said. "You should talk about it. It happens to lots of guys in that hellhole."

"Did it ever happen to you?"

"No, but to friends."

Jason, staring straight ahead, told him everything. Then he stood up, stripped to his boxers, walked to the water and slipped in. He was too weak to dive in and swim with his old vigor, but it felt good to let the waves wash his abused body and soul. Ryan dove in and swam out about 50 yards. Twenty minutes later they got out, dried off and walked back toward the truck.

Ryan said, "Do you remember the date of the assault?"

Jason said, "Not off hand. I can try to figure back. Why? Is it important?"

"Yes. If you want justice, it is essential. I'll explain later. Try to come up with the date."

"Okay. I'll try."

Mele was waiting for them. Pa'ia is a good place to check bulletin boards and the grapevine for a place to live, and not bad if you have to spend a night or two on the beach, so Jason assumed they would part ways there. Ryan and Mele thought otherwise and insisted he join them for dinner.

Five miles east of Pa'ia, their little farm was in the Kui'aha district of Ha'iku, a rainy zone, green and lush, with gently rolling hills and deep gulches. Dozens of small trees, scented shrubs and ornamentals dotted the yard.

The orchards and vegetable beds were behind the house. With wide eyes and a big smile, Jason marveled at the mature trees of some of the world's fi nest varieties of mango, papaya, persimmon, and cherimoya. Later they dined on grilled
small waves rolling in. 

 " Something bad find. " Ryan say. It was a question. 

 Jason didn't reply. 

 " When you were in the fix. " 

 " They tick the crap out of me a couple times, cover me like an foe combatant. " 

 " And? " 

 Jason's eyes teared up and he sobbed, softly at fi rst, then like without restraint, about wailing. Ryan, tears welling in his eyes, place his hand on Jason's shoulder and patted and rubbed his back. " Tell me, " he say. " You should talk about it. It happens to lots of guy in that hellhole. " 

 " Did it ever happen to you? " 

 " No, but to friend. " 

 Jason, staring straight ahead, told him everything. Then he stood up, stripped to his boxer, walked to the water and slipped in. He was too weak to dive in and float with his erstwhile vigor, but it felt good to let the waves wash his abused body and soul. Ryan dive in and swam out about 50 yards. Twenty moment by and by they got out, dried off and walk back toward the truck. 

 Ryan said, " Do you remember the date of the assault? " 

 Jason say, " Not off hand. I can try to figure back. Why? Is it important? " 

 " Yes. If you want justice, it is substantive. I'll explain later. Try to come up with the date. " 

 " Okay. I'll judge. " 

 Mele was wait for them. Pa'ia is a good place to check bulletin boards and the grapevine for a plaza to live, and not bad if you have to spend a nox or two on the beach, so Jason assume they would part ways there. Ryan and Mele think otherwise and importune he join them for dinner. 

 Five miles east of Pa'ia, their small farm was in the Kui'aha district of Ha'iku, a rainy zone, fleeceable and lush, with gently rolling hills and abstruse gulches. Dozens of small trees, scented shrub and ornamentals dotted the yard. 

 The grove and vegetable beds were behind the house. With wide eyes and a adult smile, Jason wonder at the mature trees of some of the worldly concern's fi nest varieties of mango, papaya, persimmon, and cherimoya. Later they din on grilled
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"AnD?"

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"Did it ever Happen to you?"

"nO, buT to friEnDs."

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Ryan said, "Do you remEmBER tHe date of The assAUlT?"

JASon said, "NOt Off Hand. i CAn try To fiGUrE back. Why? is it imPOrTaNt?"

"Yes. If YoU want jUsTicE, it Is essENtiaL. I'll exPlain latEr. Try TO come up with the DAte."

"Okay. I'll try."

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 small waves rolling in.
"Something  badhap pen ."  Rya n sa id. It was a q u esti on.

Jason didn't repl y.

" Wh e n yo u  w ere i n the h o le . " 

" Th ey  be at th e cra p o ut of m e a couple  ti me s, treated m e  l ike an ene mycombatant."
"A nd?"
Ja son ' s eye s t eared  up an d  he so bbed, sof tl y  at fi rst, th e n  l ikewithout restraint ,  a l most wailing.Ryan,te a rs w ell ing  in his ey es , put his han d  o n J aso n 's shoulder a nd patted a n d r ubbedhi s b a ck. "T ell m e, "  he  said. "You  sho uld talkabouti t. It h a ppens t o lots  of  gu ys i n  t ha t h el l hol e ." 

" D idit everha pp en to  you ? " "No,  bu t to  frie nds."

Jason,  st arin g  st raigh t ahe ad,to ld hi m ever ythin g.  Then he stoodup,strippedtohi s b ox ers,w alkedtothe  waterand sli p ped  i n . He  was too weak to d iv e in  and swi m with hi so ld vigor ,but  itf e lt go od t o  l et the w aves w a sh  h is abus ed  bodyan d s oul . Rya n  dov e in a nd swamout a b out 50 yards.T wenty minutes la t e rt heygot  out, dried  off andwalk e dbac k  towa rd th et ru c k.

Ryan said, "Doyo u reme mberthe date of t he assault ? " 
Jason s aid, "N o t off hand. Ican t ry to figu r e back.Why?Is it im portant?" "Yes. If  yo u w ant  ju s t ic e, it is esse n t ial.  I 'll exp lai n later . T rytocom eup with t he date. "
" Ok ay . I 'll t r y."

Mel ewas  w ait ing f o r them . Pa' ia i sag ood  placet oc h eckbu ll etin  bo ar ds an d th e  gr apevine  for a pl ace to l iv e,  and no t bad if youha ve to spen da n ight o r two on t he beach, so Jason assu m ed they  wo uld p artways ther e.Ryan a ndM ele th oughtother wi sea n d ins i s te d h ejoin themf o r d inner .
Fiv e miles  east of Pa'ia, th e irlittle farm w asin t h e  K ui' a ha dis tr i cto f  Ha'iku, a rain y zone, gr ee n  a nd lush, w i thge ntly ro lling h illsa nd deep  gulches.  Dozens o fsmal l tre es, scente d shrubs  and orna m ental s  d otted  th e yard .
Th e orc hardsa ndveget able b ed s were  behi nd  the hou se. With wide eyes anda bigsmile , J ason marv ele d  at  the matu re t rees of so meofthe w orl d 's fi  nes t  v ari e tiesof m a ngo, papa y a,  pe r s im mon, and ch e r i moy a. La ter they d ined  on grilled
 small_waves rolling_in.

"Something bad happen." Ryan_said. It_was_a question.

Jason_didn't_reply.

"When you were_in the hole."

"They_beat the crap out_of me a_couple_times, treated me like an enemy combatant."

"And?"

Jason's eyes teared up and he sobbed, softly_at_fi rst,_then_like_without restraint, almost wailing. Ryan,_tears welling in his eyes,_put his_hand on Jason's shoulder and patted and rubbed_his_back. "Tell me,"_he said. "You should talk about it. It happens_to lots of guys in that_hellhole."

"Did it ever_happen_to_you?"

"No, but to friends."

Jason,_staring straight ahead, told him everything._Then he stood up, stripped to_his boxers, walked to the water and_slipped in. He was too weak_to dive in and swim_with his_old vigor, but it felt_good to let_the waves_wash his abused_body and soul. Ryan dove in_and swam out_about 50 yards. Twenty minutes later_they_got out, dried_off_and_walked back_toward the truck.

Ryan_said,_"Do you_remember_the date of the assault?"

Jason said,_"Not_off hand. I can try to figure_back. Why? Is it_important?"

"Yes._If you want justice,_it is essential. I'll explain_later. Try to come up with_the date."

"Okay._I'll try."

Mele_was waiting for them. Pa'ia is a good place to check_bulletin boards and the grapevine for_a place to live,_and not_bad_if you have_to_spend a_night or two on the beach, so_Jason assumed_they would part ways there. Ryan_and Mele thought otherwise_and_insisted he join them for dinner.

Five_miles east of Pa'ia, their little_farm was in the Kui'aha_district_of_Ha'iku, a rainy zone, green_and lush, with gently rolling hills_and deep gulches._Dozens of small trees, scented shrubs and_ornamentals_dotted the yard.

The orchards and vegetable_beds_were behind the house. With wide_eyes_and_a big smile, Jason marveled_at the mature trees of some_of the world's fi nest varieties of mango, papaya,_persimmon, and cherimoya._Later they dined on grilled