Radar's eyes well up again, and it's got nothing to do with Colonel Blake this time.

(Love. That's all he can hear, like two heartbeats in sync, before one of them stops like it's been ripped out of a body altogether. Stronger than the love they already had for each other in Korea. Its absence is a whole continent cratered by a bomb blast, too big to ever repair.)

He turns so he can put his other arm around Mulcahy, too, and presses his forehead against his friend's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Father," he says in a bare whisper.