The face looking back at him is impassive, wary. He finds little to smile about in this war, and the people he meets who do smile are the sort who are absolutely, utterly mad.
"No war is worth the lives it claims," he said, slowly.
He looked over his shoulder, hoping a flicker of movement are support troops from the nearby airfield.
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Date: 2012-05-08 05:57 am (UTC)"No war is worth the lives it claims," he said, slowly.
He looked over his shoulder, hoping a flicker of movement are support troops from the nearby airfield.