Chapter 13
“You weren’t this much fun before you had the concussions,” she laughed, leaving me awake and fearful that I might have peed my bed.
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I swore I wouldn’t, but I fell back to sleep. Instantly, I was ‘there’. This time though, I was quiet, not speaking my dream out loud. It wasn’t that it was private, like so much of the rest of it—could have, should have been, but at least it gave me closure. After the soldiers had taken what they wanted and finally left us alone, I asked, “Friedrich, why did we not bury the—the—my crew?”
“I’m not surprised you’re asking now. You just figured it out, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to ask before. I didn’t want to be rude.”
“Well, my friend, the bastards found them, in the plane. They had no suspicions of you, had they?”