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He's been away for a while already, a month or so. Camping in the middle of the desert with the rest of his squad. From the start you insisted he stay back home, but he's stubborn and decided to apply to the marines anyways.

Of course you were upset, but you had to learn to respect his decision.

At least you'd finally be able to hear his voice after what seemed like an eternity of sending letters, the first and last phone call before the eventual call to action.

You pick up, you talk for a while, then he raises a question. It's one referencing a prior letter you had sent him, something about having met a new "friend" at your hotel job. "How close are you to him?" He always was a bit paranoid at times.