Sierra Tango Yankee X-Ray

“What do you remember?” the kid asked, that Southern drawl seeming a little less pronounced.

“Nothing. Yesterday was a basic mission, routine recon stuff. We trekked through the jungle like we did two days ago, and two days before that, checking for signs of insurgents. There was nothing, like before. I headed back to base and I guess we got a little rowdy last night, and here I am. How about you?”

The young soldier closed his eyes, his chin lowering a fraction. A muscle twitched in his cheek. His eyes opened again, but he did not look at Rendell.

“What was the last thing you said to your squad then, before you went back to base?”

Rendell let out a short bark of a laugh.

“You for real man? What is this, twenty questions?”





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