I just finished a long phone call with my closest war buddy. I haven't really laughed since I got home, but now the muscles up the side of my head hurt and I think I woke up the folks upstairs.
I won't see him when I go back; he's had enough of the clusterf*ckery with Command and called it a day. He reckons a couple of the others will follow him shortly. He's going to take some time off then look into finding us a some contracts down in Africa or doing maritime security, both of which I have experience with. I did tell him to make sure that he only takes work from Good Guys- we're mercenaries, not minions.
Crazy Australian bastard sounds happier than I ever remember him being. I'm really looking forward to seeing him again.