Thanks? [ He doesn't know what to say to that. He never has. ]

I don't remember most of it. [ He shrugs. He has so many memories— his finger on a trigger, bodies bobbing up and down like apples at the school fair, red, red, and red. But that one never came back to him, or at least not long enough for him to hold it. ]

Ain't like I'm alone. Lotta men lost a limb in that war. Lot of people brought here without any say-so.

[ That's how he thinks about it, anyway. ]