He nods. Mulcahy recognizes that tone in Watson’s voice; he’s heard it a hundred times before. He doesn’t recognize the conflict, but war is war is war.

“I may know him better than I will know anyone else. We were stationed together in the same mobile hospital unit. I was the chaplain, and ministered to our camp personnel as well as the visiting soldiers. We’re, ah, quite close.”

That closeness is a bit lopsided now, but he’s just happy to see him again.