Private Salva Nhialenkempfer had recently returned to his barracks in Juba from another mission checking the bush for rebel activity in and around the Blue Nile district of South Sudan. As part of the 4th Sudanese People's Liberation Army Commandoes, he kept getting sent on such intensive missions in the wilderness on his own. He set down his kalisnikov and binoculars as his squad-mates went to their bunks; Slava however was greeted by a widely-grinning lieutenant and brought into a disused office.

Rumors were spreading that they were starting to embed foriegn journalists into their units, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmZBgZfGbhM]and apparently they were correct[/url]. However the line of questions regarding his knowledge of the wildlife, what was safe to eat, and he once became left-behind and had to survive in the bush with just the clothes on his back on a long slogging march through the Sudd wetlands before collapsing from exhaustion and dysentary at Yirol, where he had to be airlifted back to Juba during the wet season. In either case, the lieutenant smiled, nodded, and told him to take the rest of the week off and prepare for a 'special mission' of hand-holding some foriegner as they took pictures of kittens.

Salva gave a crisp salute, turned, and punched the doorframe with his fist on the way out. Apparently big cats were now more important than people.