[ Carver snorts at that. He’ll eat old MREs if they’re in front of him like he’ll eat dogs and rats and things worse than that if the alternative is starving. But he remembers a time when he swore off MREs with great sincerity and feeling. Never again, he told himself. I’m better than that now. ]
Kids went hog for the chili mac, [ he replies, a little wistfully. ] Never saw the appeal.
[ Kids, he calls them, though most of those soldiers were only a year or two younger than Carver himself at the time. All of them were seasoned, brutal fighters. But they were his responsibility in a lot of ways and so his kids they remained. Most of them died there. ]
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Kids went hog for the chili mac, [ he replies, a little wistfully. ] Never saw the appeal.
[ Kids, he calls them, though most of those soldiers were only a year or two younger than Carver himself at the time. All of them were seasoned, brutal fighters. But they were his responsibility in a lot of ways and so his kids they remained. Most of them died there. ]