"What are you, a fucking queer?!"

  The wild-eyed boy shouted up at the uniformed people on the large transport truck.  No one brandished their weapons.  "You want me to waste this terd?" One guy asked his superior.  The young but mature and professional man looked at the dashboard and gathered his thoughts.  "It's okay," he assured.  Then he grabbed the megaphone.  "Yeah!  Consider me a faggot.  And an Oriental.  And a BLACK person.  And a handicapped woman.  YOU CAN'T KILL ME!" 

  The radio crackled.  This is Will.  You losing it brother?  

  The man pressed the walkie and megaphone buttons and started singing, I'm every person, it's all in me.  A couple others started singing too.  

  "Do we go?" 

  "Task right now is to keep this road open." 

  It was the middle of the night.  Coffee thermos empty, drank and pissed out.  On point and charged with task people all over East Coast regions listening.  

  "Feels like we're holding space for the daylight." 

  A voice from the weeds by the side of the road.  "Sir.  Sir.  Can I approach?"  The man sat up.  "Is someone talking to me?" The weeds answered, "I need to ask you something." 

  Grabbing a flashlight and checking for back up tucked away, the man asked, "You think the weeds will burst into flames?" No answer.  "Stay here." 

  The flashlight reached across the road and spied eyes in paint and leaves on helmet.  Gestures had the person step into the road, silently go through an identification process, and then the man asked, "Your question." 

  "What do you think we should do about the Jews?"  The man yelped, ouch.  "In what context?" He wiggled a pack of cigarettes from a pocket, offered.  The offer was declined with a free hand palm no thanks.  He put the cigarettes away. 

  "Ours is trying to figure this out." 

  Quiet. 

  Then the person rested the buttend of the machine gun on a boot and knee hugged it, started feeling for pockets.  The flashlight's spotlight drawn back slightly so whole person including face could be observed.  A small notebook was retrieved.  Hands flipped through pages and a finger pointed at a word on a column of English words next to a column of Hebrew.  The finger held firm as the notebook was held up to the light. 

     International 

  "Can I show my friend?" The man asked while gesturing, give it to me.