[ he nods after a minute, turning his face up into the sky and enjoying the way the rain feels on his skin. he's going to get cold any minute, he knows, but this is still a refreshing and welcomed change. ]

Remember doing the same, in Kandahar. Living in bunkers, just glorified caves really. [ frank shrugs, turning to her. he remembers what 19 was like. he was freshly enlisted and had the whole world ahead of him. ] We couldn't talk to our families, not even to say when we'd be back because we never really knew.

[ it might be just gibberish to rey. poe hadn't really understood him when he spoke about his service. but the concepts are the same. maybe it's why he shares it with her instead of someone else who just might piece his story together. ]