When he’d first gotten back everyone had wanted to hear it told firsthand, but by now the war had gone on so long everyone just wanted to forget about it, successfully did most every day, and were happy to—which is why we all avoided Will once he’d gotten a certain degree of drunk, because the war was inevitably what he talked about. That particular night, however, I hadn’t been quite quick enough. I’d seen the topic creeping up as we’d done another round of shots and spent the following minute or so attempting to conceive a discreet escape when it happened:
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