[b]Rebecca Holloway
Streets of Mantleville[/b]

They didn't know. It wasn't their fault. There was no way that they could've known. They were from different times. Different eras. Before the true brutality of war came to fruition. The old warfare was still bloody and nasty, but there was nothing like watching someone be burned alive by white phosphorus or napalm, or seeing someone disappear after a bomb struck them, or cutting men down in swaths with gunfire from a machine gun.

What's more, she was in a unit that was entirely secret. Their missions, let alone their entire existence, had only just started coming to light recently. The secret war they conducted in Laos and Cambodia, even more secret was the initiative she underwent which resulted in her newest living partner she played host to. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVYWYxYmFmQ]Those[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/bf_xZVhaAKs?si=-l0FDkgr6Fb6_wso]images[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/k9kocxDlDKA?si=gVl57NwWLxYeNRle]flashed[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/2b95e0T-J64?si=1sxRGLjY4JtlVRqC]through[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/qetgXJXwDvw?si=OWhwkHTivl3JSxxd]her[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/0d5ubWwG6JM?si=vdKXjgjrcx9Se2mG]mind[/url] as she walked on down the sidewalk, lost in another time. Her eyes stared straight ahead, looking out at something far past the horizon.

They continued on like that. Silently, for a good while, before Rebecca spoke up. Without looking at either of them, she said,

"My unit had an over 100% casualty rate. We were outnumbered a thousand to one during our missions. I've been shot more times than I care to count. One time I had to call in an airstrike and was too close to the white phosphorous rocket. It exploded too close and I caught it in my side. You know what white phosphorous is? It's like a piece of wax that catches fire when exposed to air and burns as long as it has a chemical reaction going. The only way to get it off is to cut it out along with whatever else it's stuck to, as the intense heat can melt most whatever it touches. I took my knife and cut it out of my side so I could keep going. Gave myself a nasty scar. Laos. 1968. I wasn't even a team leader then. Just an RTO trying to vector in air to keep the NVA off us..."