You never did, Carver thinks silently. You never will. Bossie carried Turner ten miles back home, even though Turner probably died soon after he was hit. Those aren't injuries anyone comes back from, even with a full medical team. Maybe, if they'd gotten him to a corpsman right away -

But there were no corpsman left. Just their prayers, and their love, and in the end that wasn't enough. He feels Bossie sag against him and holds him tight, steadying his own breathing. There's a new mission now.

"I do," he agrees softly. "We're about ready for a shift change. You up for it? I haven't slept in a while."

He wasn't planning on sleeping at all until he got back, but he thinks Bossie could use the responsibility. That it'll do them both good.