Sierra Tango Yankee X-Ray

Rendell was vaguely aware of the young soldier slumping down in the far end of the boat, dimly recognising the choking sounds coming from him as sobs of despair. He studied the sky, unsurprised that no stars burned alongside the ghostly moon.

“How long have you been here?” he asked finally.

The soldier raised his head, the tears still drying on his cheeks glinting in the moonlight.

“I don’t know. A long time. I think…years. Time is strange here.”

“But you’re what, eighteen?”

The soldier looked at him with a bitter, tortured smile.





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