He eyed the charm but said nothing on it. Yet. God-fearing, perhaps? Or superstitious? Catholic, maybe. Oh -- that made him think of Harper again with a pang in his chest.

"Army gives out rum rations. You learn to like it more than the brackish water left in your canteen after a few days of marching and kicking up dust."

He tilted his glass towards himself and sniffed. Pleased with the aroma.