Date: 2025-12-22 12:21 am (UTC)
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"I got some left in my canteen. We could soak a rag."

Try and get at least some into her system without making her choke. A mouthful or two. Something.

It might be a losing battle. Sometimes, people just die. Neither of them know what to do to help her, if anything can be done.

"My radio's shot," he adds, softer. "What about yours?"
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