"Ah." He was right. "Well. Whatever base you end up at next, hopefully you'll be official. Then your dad will know you're alright and he can send you a letter." I gave him a small smile. "Same for me. Wherever I end up next, hopefully my parents will send me a letter. Maybe even a package with some snacks because military food sucks." I joked. "Except tonight. That was pretty good...." I paused. "Until we figured out why we were actually being served a gourmet meal." I shook my head, stupid to bring up that conversation again. "Anyway, we're almost there. See that white building?" I pointed.