He'd laugh at the question if he weren't concentrating on getting her off the street. He's considered himself unlucky for getting the draft, for ending up in godforsaken Korea in the first place, but he knows that's nothing compared to the people who were born there. He's never seen poverty like it, never knew exactly how privileged he was until he was surrounded by the opposite all day every day.
"No," he agrees, nodding his head. "Drafted."
Gently, he reties the bandage around her hands a little looser, trying to keep the fabric from rubbing too much against her skin. The shirt material isn't ideal, but it'll have to do for now. Better than than letting dirt get into the wounds. That done, he tugs his dog tags out from under his shirt so she can see, letting them drop against his chest.
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Date: 2017-04-23 12:36 pm (UTC)"No," he agrees, nodding his head. "Drafted."
Gently, he reties the bandage around her hands a little looser, trying to keep the fabric from rubbing too much against her skin. The shirt material isn't ideal, but it'll have to do for now. Better than than letting dirt get into the wounds. That done, he tugs his dog tags out from under his shirt so she can see, letting them drop against his chest.