"Yeah, I... I missed all of that. The attack, everything." He'd been too busy drowning his ghosts, metaphorically and literally, with a joint and pills and a good long bath. It had certainly made his escape and subsequent arrival in Vietnam... interesting. Dave had always wondered how the hell he'd shown up there in nothing but a towel and an overcoat.

The smile flickers again as he remembers him, and fades just as quickly.

"Yeah... No. No, I'm fine, I'm just-" He fiddles with his dog tags, and still can't look Luther in the face.
"I'm just trying to remember that he never existed here."