Jaz,
I'm sorry about what happened to your best friend. I'm sorry for making you feel like I replaced him when I first came into the team. I'm sorry my observations of what the team should do clash with yours. I'm sorry my driving in rough terrain wasn't fast enough with the Taliban at our tail. I'm sorry for bringing up I was sober when you were referring to Preach. The only thing I'm -not- sorry for is not liking your runny eggs for breakfast.
But most of all, I'm sorry I didn't have your back in Tehran the way you did mine in Afghanistan and Paris. You got caught by Jarif's men, and I can't even begin to imagine what they're doing to you. Stay strong, Jaz, and keep fighting. We're coming for you.
I'm coming for you.
Maybe then, you can tell me more about how untraditional your mother was.
Amir.
