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[This is a very slight change of pace from normal. Archer is up, be-suited, and holding a scotch on the rocks in his hand with the bottle tucked under his arm. The unusual part is that he's not in his room or the pub, he's outside the chapel. The very unusual part is that he's not drunk.]
Chances are no matter who you are on board, and no matter how shitty the place you came from is, someone died trying to make it better. Maybe lots of people. Maybe some of you died trying to help your country or your cause. And maybe people just don't talk about it because they don't want to think about people dying so they could have something good. Which is shitty.
So.
[Archer holds the glass out at arm's length and overturns it onto the ground, somberly.]
Pour one out for the guys who aren't here and remember the people who died. Here's to the vets.
Chances are no matter who you are on board, and no matter how shitty the place you came from is, someone died trying to make it better. Maybe lots of people. Maybe some of you died trying to help your country or your cause. And maybe people just don't talk about it because they don't want to think about people dying so they could have something good. Which is shitty.
So.
[Archer holds the glass out at arm's length and overturns it onto the ground, somberly.]
Pour one out for the guys who aren't here and remember the people who died. Here's to the vets.
