FOR THE FIRST TIME since the multi-national joint military training exercises started, Banjo would miss his jogging routine with Andy.
He lay in bed in the wee hours of the morning thinking of mortality. For the first time in his adult life, he acknowledged that his siblings were not averse to getting seriously hurt and dying. Growing up, he regarded all of them as superheroes that they’re not surprised him. Strange that he would feel this way considering they had all been, at various times, in traction or plaster casts or else in a hospital’s critical unit for as long as he could remember.
Duck was right though!
He was in no position to comment on his siblings’ choice of a profession, considering his own life often hung in the balance when he went out to perform his missions.
Only his
