Balled up paper hits Web in the chest and there's a mouthful of spit that Joe swallows before he does something he'll utterly regret, no matter how fuckin' angry he is.

"You think I went through this, all this, and you can just fuckin' leave me out when it fuckin' suits you? I'm a fuckin' paratrooper and you think I...what? You think I'm going to fold like a fuckin' child? I was at Bastogne, you fuckin' bastard. I was at Landsberg and Normandy and you think..." He turned his face to the side.

"Fuck."