I almost never slept with my prosthetic lower leg attached, but I had the night before. I felt comfortable enough to remove it once the medic left. I had been certain all the night before, that I would not have time to replace it before I puked all over the place. Also I was just plain exhausted from the effort to empty my stomach and bowels. I just didn't have the strength to remove, then replace the leg every time I had to go to the bathroom.

After I removed the alum and spring steel foot and calf, I slept even better. I wasn't sure, if I would be getting out of bed for the next ten hours. I might not have, if left to my own devices. I wasn't of course. I heard the moans and knew exactly what it meant. Someone was getting lucky. I couldn't believe anyone would choose to screw in the room with a dying man. Okay that's an exaggeration, but why would anyone come to my cabin to screw.

The answer was simple, no one had. I could tell by the blue light that it was both dark outside, and that the room was being lit by the television. The sounds were coming from a DVD running in the player. I looked up to see a man and woman engaged in sex. Not just plain sex, but acrobatic sex. I supposed that it was possible that the swamp thing commander had sent someone to share the cabin.

I looked around wondering who it might be. I saw the small figure stretched out on one of the other less than twin bed sized bunks. At first I didn't recognize the figure, then I couldn't believe my eyes.

The North Korean scientist was lying quietly watching the acrobatics. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Watching porn of course. Surely you recognize it."

"Of course I recognize it as porn, but what are you doing here?"

"The commander said that I would be as safe here as anywhere else. He said to wake you if I got nervous. He didn't mention the DVDs to me. I wonder if he knows they are here?"

"Trust me he knows everything that goes on in this compound." I began putting on the leg as I spoke to Kim.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting dressed," I replied.

"I had no idea that you were missing your leg."

"I'm not just the foot mostly," I replied. Once I had the leg and my pants on, I walked into the compound and to the bathroom. For the first time since my return from the Cuban trip all I needed was to urinate. It was a good sign, I thought.

When I returned to the cabin, Kim was still watching the porno movie. I found the refrigerator had been stocked with a dozen cans of sprite. I looked around and found the box of soft ebars on the coffee/microwave counter.

I found the ebars to be as tasty as I remembered. I never knew all that was in them but I had a good idea that there was peanut butter, raisins, dark chocolate, cooked rice, powdered milk and probably the toe of a newt. I knew damn well that a person could live a few weeks, at least, on nothing but those bars. The bars were made in the kitchen by the swamp thing chef.

I think the only difference between the soft bars and the crunchy ones was that instead of cooked rice the crunchy bars had rice krispies in them. Both were good for the field. The soft one were in a foil pouch. I tore off the end and squeezed it out like toothpaste. It was a hell of a lot better for me than toothpaste.

I sat down on my bed and looked up at the TV screen. I wasn't surprised by what was going on, but I was surprised that the Korean woman was watching. Not just watching she appeared to be in a trance.

"Is this the first time you have seen porno?"

"Not the first, but one of the very few times."

"Ah, so what do you think?"

"I think that Korean men do not have that size appendage."

"Neither do most Americans. It's just guys in those movies. If your tool is long enough you don't need talent, I would think."

"True, they don't seem to be on a par with serious actors. But I must admit this is entertaining."

"Would you like for me to leave?"

She looked directly at me and said, "That is the furthermost thing from my mind right now."