Military fucks ya up, ya'know? Makes it so the first twelve or so hours after formin' ye cannae recall who the hell ye are.
I miss Sio. I miss Kye. Mo sgamhanan. There were nights on base, rarely, none o us could sleep. I'd hear Gaz tap-tap-tappin' his hand on our wall we shared, Sio pacin the halls. I'd get up an grab 'em both, my boys, an' drag that pretty pair to bed with me. They'd always been calmer, those morn's. (Cap'n Price prolly appreciated them as much as we did) I remember the first time, right before a mission briefing, before I e'er dared mutter mo chridhe in Kyle's direction. Tha was the quietest I've ever heard him. Dia gu h-àrd, I miss those nights and those mornings after.
Wish I remembered more Gaelic for you both, but translations are all I've got now.
A Chaol, mo chridhe. A Shimoin, m' anam. Na sgamhanan, na h-ulaidhean agam, an snaidhpear agus am peilear. Tha mi gad ionndrainn nas motha na tha mi ag ionndrainn cnuic na h-Alba. Tha gaol agam ort le chèile nas motha na a’ mhuir agus an làn, an talamh agus na reultan, a’ ghrian agus a’ ghealach, na tha daonnachd agus beatha fhèin. Bheirinn seachad an dàrna cothrom seo airson aon oidhche eile a’ toirt a-steach an dithis agaibh. Thig air ais bhon achadh thugam a dh'aithghearr, a bhalaich.
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish #🟦⏳
"Kyle, my heart. Simon, my soul. My lungs, treasures, sniper and bullet. I miss you more than I miss the hills of Scotland. I love you both more than a’ sea and the tide, the earth and the stars, a’ sun and a’ moon, than humanity and life itself. I would give this second chance for one more night a’ including the two of you. Come back from the field to me soon, boy."