You're the first to mention how natural it felt. Like remembering something about myself I've always known. Wherever it was, war was a lot more... present. Not just rabble on the fringes. These were career soldiers. Hell, I was a career soldier.

[Not that he wasn't, but it was like the difference between being a drill instructor with a desk job. Fit, ready to fight. But not the same as someone who lived through trench warfare.]

I'm not sure what to do with this... with what I saw.