"Shit, you didn't hear about that?" Carver winces. It was pretty bad. "His bird got hit by an RPG. Killed the pilot. Anders and the other gunner got shredded. He was in Germany for a while, getting sewn back together."
Carver had wanted so badly to go with him. It wasn't possible, though. And asking would have prompted questions neither of them could have answered.
"He's okay," Carver adds, a little softer. "Mostly. He almost lost an eye. And he was close with the pilot, they called her Junebug on the coms. I liked her."
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Date: 2024-06-16 01:22 am (UTC)Carver had wanted so badly to go with him. It wasn't possible, though. And asking would have prompted questions neither of them could have answered.
"He's okay," Carver adds, a little softer. "Mostly. He almost lost an eye. And he was close with the pilot, they called her Junebug on the coms. I liked her."