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Ian opened the door at midnight.
“Can I sleep here?” Jonah asked.
Ian led him to the solarium. “When are they sending you back?” Ian asked.
“Three weeks.”
“Combat zone?”
“Probably. Hell, it’s all combat zone really.” Ian nodded. “For some reason the first time they started shooting and we were shooting back I kept thinking about when I had the chickenpox and you spent days playing Risk with me so I wouldn’t scratch, I wondered how much combat my units saw when I finally took Russia from you.”
“Probably a lot. Don’t think about it. Just try to sleep.”