"2008? Christ, that's the year I was born." He laughed, shocked and nervous, and covered his mouth with his hand. This time and universe travel will take a little getting used to.
His modern history was spotty(his history classes never seemed to be able to make it beyond the Second World War, always ran out of time at the end of the semester) but he tried to think back to what he knew of 2008, what wars were going on in the world around that decade and the decade earlier. The Middle East, perhaps? There were a couple of wars there, he remembers, but he didn't think any slavic nations were very much involved with those, not sending in child soldiers. Slavic. That was it. Yugoslavia. A few pieces slotted into place.
"Officially, the war ended a long time ago. Unofficially, the world's a mess. You're right. Seeing that kind of brutality as a kid..." He flashed a quick, bitter smile. "...it messes you up a little. But the whole world was a war zone. You either fought--with the military or alone--or you became another casualty. Bit like what happened in your homeland, I reckon, where everybody ends up with horror stories to tell."
He tossed back the rest of his whiskey in a few deep gulps.
"Well, this got grim. I was just going to ask you if you knew where a bloke could get some chemical aid."
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His modern history was spotty(his history classes never seemed to be able to make it beyond the Second World War, always ran out of time at the end of the semester) but he tried to think back to what he knew of 2008, what wars were going on in the world around that decade and the decade earlier. The Middle East, perhaps? There were a couple of wars there, he remembers, but he didn't think any slavic nations were very much involved with those, not sending in child soldiers. Slavic. That was it. Yugoslavia. A few pieces slotted into place.
"Officially, the war ended a long time ago. Unofficially, the world's a mess. You're right. Seeing that kind of brutality as a kid..." He flashed a quick, bitter smile. "...it messes you up a little. But the whole world was a war zone. You either fought--with the military or alone--or you became another casualty. Bit like what happened in your homeland, I reckon, where everybody ends up with horror stories to tell."
He tossed back the rest of his whiskey in a few deep gulps.
"Well, this got grim. I was just going to ask you if you knew where a bloke could get some chemical aid."