Ultimately, Jackson can only relax a little further at the gentle telepathic touch, already on the verge of tears. "Rescued," he repeats vaguely, rife with confusion. "Was he ... one of the hostages they had? My unit pushed through the enemy lines and we -- " Jackson reaches up to rub his eyes in an effort to get rid of his headache. "I got a medal, you know. But I don't remember much else after that. Took some leave, drank myself stupid. I don't know if I saw him or not."
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Date: 2010-02-05 09:12 pm (UTC)