He was, and even now John still feels the pain of loss. It may be buried deep, but John still misses Holland.
"That's -- Mitch, and Dex," he carries on, pointing them out in the photo. "They were, uh, killed outside Khabour. Chopper took an RPG when it touched down for med-evac."
Which is... a pretty definitive way to go. There was barely anything left to bring back for a military funeral. It's been so long since he's seen their faces and that he doesn't know how to feel, only that it's strange. Almost like a photo from another life, something that no longer feels real. Holland he's been reminded of recently, if unwillingly. This is a different sort of pain, a confusing, detached one.
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He was, and even now John still feels the pain of loss. It may be buried deep, but John still misses Holland.
"That's -- Mitch, and Dex," he carries on, pointing them out in the photo. "They were, uh, killed outside Khabour. Chopper took an RPG when it touched down for med-evac."
Which is... a pretty definitive way to go. There was barely anything left to bring back for a military funeral. It's been so long since he's seen their faces and that he doesn't know how to feel, only that it's strange. Almost like a photo from another life, something that no longer feels real. Holland he's been reminded of recently, if unwillingly. This is a different sort of pain, a confusing, detached one.