During the war, I was part of an elite group, tasked with sabotaging the supply lines of the enemy.
We did good work, I think, we aided the effort in a way that was invaluable, but we never quite got along personally. We were dicks to one another, basically.
I was a dick to everyone else, basically.
We don’t keep in contact much, the lads from my platoon and I.
I’m not sure they’d want to hear from me, though I’m sure if I did call they’d at least be civil.
But even so, I burned a lot of bridges…