No, not Rambo – thought Trautman to himself, while everyone in the room around him continued to bustle with joy and excitement.
Anyone but him, please.
Yet, paradoxically, they’d actually lost him.
Damn right they had, and had they ever.
Because, that’s the way that Goddamn war worked.
Around him, everyone was busy shaking hands and patting each other on the back. They were all rejoicing over the release of American prisoners, which was, without question, an incredible feat all in itself. Trautman on the contrary stood motionless and gazed into space.
Losing one of his closest men wasn’t a common occurrence for him.
It hurt.
Dammit did it ever.