a cool breeze slipped across my neck , my body warm from the tiny space we 'd just shared , by my full stomach , and by the clothing which i was starting to get used to again . we got birthday phone calls , which turned into birthday cards . `` what happened to 'hand me a shovel and pretend i 'm not here ' ? '' the rain under his clothes had started to warm up , leaving him feeling covered in slime . it 's not men against men , or even guns and planes . 