He looked up, and grabbed one of the packs to the side, and offered it to her. "Ma'am, I was a soldier for four years, and I liked it. But I was released after my actions that earned me the Medal of Honor I told you about. They were worried it had been staged, a set up to get me closer to the leaders and sensitive information. So they gave me a medal, a couple promotions, an early retirement, and a firm push to the front door. I liked helping people; I wasn't supposed to be a killer, I was a medic. I kept people from getting sick. I just happen to be very, very good at preventing the enemy from hurting those around me.<br/><br/>This is your share, the others have similar packs. Tried to divide it out as evenly as I could, but not being familiar with the local values of things made that a difficult exercise. After what you seven went through, and are going back to, I figure you all will need it. Going to let them rest today, and then I think you and me should head back, see what the village is like, bury the dead, clean it up a bit, before coming back for them. Or they can come, say goodbye before the burial."