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The soldier shrugged.

“Call it a memory exercise.”

“Ok, well I said to Banko something like ‘same shit different day’, and he laughed. He clapped me on the back and we turned round. I followed Reece. He was maybe ten or fifteen feet in front? And we went back to base.”

“Did you?”

Rendell hesitated. He had turned to go back, so he must have gone back. The drinking would have started shortly after, so maybe that’s why he couldn’t actually remember.

“I…think so?”





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