You're leaving?" Michael asked with a bit of shock to his tone. "Why?!"
The Private shrugged, "I don't know about you, but I still wanna try an' find my way back home to tell my Mom I'm alright. I have a lot of family, I don't want 'em thinkin' I'm dead."
"And what of Celia?" Mila cut in.
"I'd come back, of course. Things are simpler here; with no Russians, no Vietnamese, no atom bombs. May gotta fight once in a while but that's what my rifle's for."
There was a pause as both the Sergeant and the Neko swallowed this down. With an understanding look, Mila started, "I don't think you would wish to stay with the sick people in our medicine hut, so... west of the village, in the trees, there's a small cabin. It is unused, and will comfort you both for the night. Come morning, I will point
