He moved back. Kneeling on the gravel amid them, dressed only in underpants and one sneaker, his face smeared with blood and dirt and snot and tears, is a child of an age Henry cannot determine. Beav hugging Jonesy at Jonesy's wedding and saying Jonesy had to be happy, he had to be happy for all of them. His sandwich is inside.
In her desperation she reached out to him, trying to find him with the two men who had come like the dead and taken him away, but his mind was gone. Henry poured him a cup, held it a moment as the Humvee skidded on a slick patch, then handed it over. I didn't, but it was close. 'Sure I'm coming,' Jonesy had said, not knowing then how little he would like the feel of the Garand in his hands.
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