"Heh, yeah. You know what they say, wars are like women. There's always another one coming around." Carter laughed, even though he wasn't completely sure what it meant. Women came around, yes, but men came around too so he wasn't sure what the difference was...

Carter assembled his taco to a mildly photogenic status and took a bite, only to have the front half fall apart and land back on his plate. He pouted at it, then took courage and ate the rest of the taco-like structure. Those Mexicans, their food was almost as complicated as the Japanese. But in this fantastic future of brotherhood and diversity and globalization, Carter was sure he'd learn the trick of it eventually.