“Yes.”
“How many times?”
“Several. Recently it’s been more open work, you know.”
“And you were not hit?”
“No.”
She regarded him smilingly: “You are like all soldiers have faced death,” she said. “You are not communicative.”
At that he reddened. “Well, everybody else was facing it, too, you know. We all had the same experience.”
“Not all,” she said, watching him. “Some died.”
“Oh, of course.”