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Date Posted: 05:09:51 10/02/06 Mon
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Remy 's message, "inside" on 11:38:15 10/01/06 Sun

On the 8th of November the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the 8th of November

He didn�t want to do this. He didn�t want a family that was going to pry into his personal business and what had happened that Eighth of November was something that was definitely personal, it didn�t get any more damned personal than that. His jaw set heavily as he looked away, damning Remy for wanting to be everyone�s guardian. His head tipped back and he looked back to Remy, his eyes�s flashing with anger that he was being made to talk about this, his body tight and tense with resentment and his heart filled with betrayal that Reese would dare go to anyone about his night terrors and humiliate him in that fashion. �It was November eighth, 1415 hours. We were walking back to base from a successful mission in which we raided a terrorist cell. I was walking behind everyone else, watching the back when I looked ahead and saw an IED. I called out the warning but before anyone had a chance to move the explosive went off and killed three of my men. The IED served as a distraction and within seconds after detonation there was open fire. Five more of my men went down. Three men plus myself were attacked in hand to hand combat. Two of them were brought down, the last injured. The attackers were taken out and the remaining man and myself made a call to base to be picked up. The caravan that came to get us was attacked in transport and all of the men in the hummer were killed. After six hours, we made it to the camp and that was the end of Force Recon and my tour in Iraq, Sir.� It was all said very methodically, not details, no emotions, just a report on what went down. His jaw was set, his eyes staring at Remy the whole time with a cold sort of detachment. He wouldn�t let Remy get a rise out of him, he wouldn�t let reliving the night - even in such a clinical fashion - pysche him out. He was above and beyond that, he had a strong control of his mind and emotions...

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Inside -- Remy, 06:36:44 10/02/06 Mon
- inside -- Braden, 06:54:46 10/02/06 Mon
  - Inside -- Remy, 07:06:34 10/02/06 Mon
    - inside -- Braden, 07:22:37 10/02/06 Mon
      - Inside -- Reese, 07:32:49 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 08:04:24 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 08:13:11 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 08:44:32 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 08:54:12 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 09:29:49 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 09:43:38 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 10:04:52 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 10:13:13 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 10:41:55 10/02/06 Mon