Their waiting was cut short by the sound of footsteps outside the conference room. Major Sanders opened the door and welcome his old team mates.
“They are the only survivors from my battalion,” he said, introducing his men to David.
There were 6 of them, all in their sixties. One could tell just by looking at them that they were hardened war veterans who had faced the worse that war had to offer. Every face was either scarred or had some other deformity. A couple of them had prosthetic limbs and one was partially blind. They had fought countless other battles after Vietnam, earned several medals for bravery, but they had never been able to forget that horrific memory. Ryder had come like a savior and left like a stranger, never to be seen again, yet his words were firmly registered in th
