They had come to relieve the lines. Dozens of them scattered as far as the eye could see. All the lines were being replenished with new men and women who would die serving their country. Dylan, Hunter, and Aimee stood silently watching the scene. A bomb flew overhead and hit not far from them. Many of the men getting off the trucks flinched—some cried—the rest just stood watching. More bombs came—so many that it began to sound as it had when Dylan first got to the lines. Nothing had changed, except that his friends were almost all dead. Tommy had left earlier and would meet them at HQ. He said he had goodbyes to make, but Dylan figured he probably just wanted to go play video games, because he had yet to hear of anyone who actually liked him. “So you’re going to be a four-star?” Dylan said, looking at Aimee. She shrugged. “Of Company D, but I guess I can’t complain. It’ll be nice getting away from the action for awhile.” “What happened to the Aimee who only wanted to be on the front lines?” “That Aimee’s tired,”
