That’s what she told me, too. I know it’s the job. I’ve lost...

[ That list of names, that reel of faces. ]

I got her killed, John, her and our bombing fleet. All hands and six escorts. And I don’t even have the fucking— [ His voice starts to rise with those last words, and he stops, cutting himself off, calming himself down. His voice is slick with alcohol and guilt and grief. ] I don’t even remember it. I can’t even give them that.