[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

"Your marksmanship is really good."

A precise shot blasted the head of the enemy on the opposite side. Moran quickly hid his body behind the fortification made of sand bags, and replaced the new magazine with both hands.A jumping sound suddenly sounded in his ear, which was very strange, which made Moran subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand.

Turning his head, he saw a young man lying beside him. He had black hair and dark brown eyes, and he was wearing the same military uniform as Moran.Seeing Moran looking at him, those beautiful eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a lovely arc: "Hi, my name is Jim, how about you?"

Moran just glanced at him and stopped talking, but concentrated on fiddling with the gun in his hand, always ready to take a cold shot at the person opposite.He is a sharpshooter who was specially trained, and his guns are always aimed at the enemies who provoked the war, with a hundred shots.

This saves him from rushing forward, all he has to do is hide in a place where no one will easily notice, and complete his mission.

But this guy named Jim was able to find him, which surprised Moran for a moment, but immediately, he looked out from the gap in the fortification again, looking for the next target.

But it was obvious that the black-haired man beside him was not going to let Moran go. He moved his body and approached Moran: "I think it's basic courtesy for me to tell you your name and then you tell me your name."

"Sebastian Moran." Normally, Moran would never talk to this frivolous guy, but now he is on the battlefield, he must concentrate 100%, if he can let this guy Shutting his chattering mouth, Moran was willing to tell him his name.Even if he didn't know if Jim was the man's real name or not.

The man blinked, then laughed: "You have a good name, Sebastian."

Moran narrowed his eyes slightly, then quickly pointed the gun at a person and pulled the trigger, then looked coldly at the black-haired man beside him: "Don't call me by my Christian name."

The man is as good as good, his voice is a few degrees higher than ordinary men, and there is always a sense of jumping rhythm, which is paired with that childish and innocent face, making him look like a big boy: "Then we know each other... ... Moran~"

Moran is a self-disciplined man. However, when the man revealed his surname and added the ending sound without authorization, Moran admitted that he wanted to bite this guy's mouth for a moment.

But it was this moment of absence that allowed him to be spotted by the enemy on the opposite side.Those people roared, and someone pointed to Moran's location.They didn't speak English, so Moran couldn't hear what they said at all, but the black-haired man next to him restrained his smile: "Dear Moran, I think, if you don't run now, the bomb may be on the way." Blow us all to pieces."

Sometimes human actions are faster than human thoughts.Moran didn't have time to think about the truth of what this "comrade-in-arms" who appeared beside him out of nowhere was telling the truth. He just chose to believe it instantly, and then put the gun on his waist and chose to evacuate without hesitation.

His task for today has been completed, as for the others, he didn't care at all.Only this time, he seems to have found a trophy.

Before evacuating, Moran hugged the black-haired little Jim, and then quickly hid in the dense forest.

The black-haired man who was imprisoned by his arm was obviously a little surprised, but then he smiled again: "I think I like you a little bit." Saying that, he reached out to touch Moran's arm.

Moran felt a little awkward. As an excellent and ascetic soldier, he didn't know this behavior was called flirting until a long time later.However, reason told him that on a dangerous battlefield, the guy in his arms was doing very dangerous things.

So, he tightened his arms again, and directly clamped the man's arm between the two chests, unable to move.

"Be honest, I don't want to die yet." Moran's voice was as low as ever, with a little coldness, and it sounded a bit annoyingly indifferent.

The black-haired man smiled, and the jumping voice sounded again: "My name is Jim Moriarty, and I allow you to call me Jim."

Moran felt that the man was eccentric throughout, especially when he introduced himself while fleeing for his life.But Moran still said stubbornly: "Moriarty."

Moriarty laughed, it was a strange sound, intermittent laughter, a little playful, echoing unscrupulously in the dense forest of Afghanistan.

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There is a strange attachment relationship in the military camp. Those thin soldiers will always find a strong one to rely on. After all, guns have no eyes, and having a strong companion can always save themselves from some disasters. protect yourself.

Moran hadn't known these things before, but since Moriarty was with him, he had.

Because that's what Moriarty told him with a smile.

"So, dear Moran, we have been together for nearly a month, and now do you want to know what this relationship is maintained by?"

Moran subconsciously felt that Moriarty would not say anything good, so he shook his head wisely.

Moriarty seemed a little bored, but he also knew Moran's temperament. After a moment of frustration, that innocent-looking face returned to its usual appearance.

He handed the bread to Moran, who took it and stuffed it into his mouth.The bread was a bit hard, and it was painful to bite. Moran grabbed the water bag and took a sip to make the bread easier to swallow, then handed the water bag to Moriarty.Moriarty took it, first staring at the mouth of the water bag and showing a weird smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Although Moran knew that there would always be some strange thoughts in Moriarty's head, but this time, Moriarty's expression was too... pornographic.

Moriarty didn't speak, but started to drink water with a smile.

Moran looked away from his wet lips.

Perhaps, he has already guessed what the way to maintain the relationship that Moriarty mentioned is.

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Moran was tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face that belonged to British men.His strong body made him look very good in military uniform, even if Moran didn't do anything, just sitting there made him look very attractive.

But in the entire barracks, there was no one who had a good relationship with him.

This man has a cold personality that is extremely inconsistent with his appearance.The most thing he does is to clean his gun, the most skillful thing he does is to blow other people's heads, and the happiest thing he does is to find a quiet and safe place to sleep.

There have been people who wanted to get close to him. After all, his appearance is so good, and his marksmanship is superb. Every time he goes into battle, he can be intact. This is especially important in places where wars are raging.

Moran is only 20 years old, but he is already a second lieutenant. Everyone knows that his future is bright.

Many people are doing psychological construction, thinking of trying their best to strike up a conversation with this sharpshooter, but now, there is a person next to this Second Lieutenant Moran, who is only as tall as Moran's shoulders, A smile is the innocence of a teenager, but almost no one would think that he is really innocent.

He was cunning, as was every soldier who could take refuge.Moriarty, on the other hand, was not only cunning but also clever.He desperately found Moran on the battlefield where bullets were flying around, and he showed his foreign language talent and good face very well-many people think the latter is very important.Then, he successfully captured the tall and handsome second lieutenant.

This makes some people jealous and others envious.Moriarty quite enjoyed these looks. In his heart, Moran was his trophy. He liked to show off to others, but he never showed this emotion in front of Moran.

Moriarty has no ability to protect himself, so Moran is his only reliance.

Moran never knew these things. To be precise, he never knew that he was a target worth fighting for. All he did was complete his tasks, eat well and sleep well, and waited for the end of the war to receive a bonus and return to his hometown , buy a house and raise a dog, and if you are lucky, you can marry a beautiful wife, and your life will be complete.

Taking people all the way to the south, Moran drove a car by himself, and the only passenger in the car was Moriarty.Moriarty fastened his seat belt obediently, then raised his arm and said, "Let's go, sir."

Moran didn't know that his string was wrong, but Moran, who was used to Moriarty being out of tune from time to time, didn't speak, just put the gear on and stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward slowly.

"I thought you would let a few more people sit on it." Moriarty propped up the car window with one hand and looked at the blond man driving with his chin on his chin.

Moran held the steering wheel with his white-gloved hand, and when he heard Moriarty's question, he responded indifferently: "I don't like people behind me."

Moriarty didn't expect him to say that, tilted his head, but turned his face to look out the window, and said no more.

Their destination was deep in a dense forest, and they walked on small paths along the way.The car was a bit bumpy when driving past, and there were trees on both sides. After a long time in London, I was eager to see more greenery, but if I saw the same scenery for several hours, it would be annoying.

Moran thought nothing of it. After all, he was a boring guy, but Moriarty got impatient and took something out of his pocket.

Moran glanced sideways, only to find that it was a cell phone.

"I thought these things had been confiscated a long time ago." Moran frowned. After all, any high-tech product might have an impact on the battle situation. They not only affected signals, but also scattered people.

Moriarty closed the car window without hesitation, and quickly clicked on the keys a few times.

Next, metallic music reverberated in the small car.

"Everythingwillflow, before I came, this song was very popular."

"I haven't heard of it." Moran admitted honestly.

Moriarty snorted, a look of boredom appeared on his clean face: "I just said you're boring."

"I just came to the barracks for too long." Moran blinked, and a rare resentment appeared in those blue eyes.

Moriarty snorted again.

The two people in the carriage didn't talk anymore, only the music was still playing faithfully, the magnificent and changeable tune came from the mobile phone, even if some of the notes were distorted by the old mobile phone, it still couldn't Block Moriarty's overwhelming affection for him.

"Have you heard that James is in love, and the object seems to be a little nurse in the hospital. He has been absent-minded since he came back from the last injury."

Moriarty's tone was very absent-minded, and it sounded like small talk, but Moran frowned: "This is against the regulations."

Moriarty, however, stopped the hands on his knees that were beating time: "Come on, no one cares. Besides, do you have the spirit of gossip?"

Moran focused his eyes on the front, and his deep voice was like the waves of the sea at night: "Only by observing discipline can we survive."

Moriarty snorted lightly through his nose, not knowing whether it was approval or ridicule.

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Pitching a tent is a technical job, and Moran doesn't like having others do it for him.

"I can do well." Moriarty stood aside with his arms folded, a little dissatisfaction showing on his childish face.

Moran just glanced at him, and then continued to move without saying a word, still not intending to ask Moriarty to help.Although it now seemed that he had brought Moriarty under his protection and they had become rare partners, Moran still would not put his safety in his hands.

Although the tent is simple, it is a place to live, and there is no problem at all.Moran was so afraid of death that he had to climb a tree to be safe even if he was taking a nap.

Moriarty could also sense some of this man's distrust of him, even if he didn't say it, Moriarty knew it.

He may not be as tall as others, but his brain has always been in good use.

When Moran finished finishing the tent, he turned around and saw Moriarty smiling with his mobile phone in his hand.Moran sometimes thinks that maybe this handsome man really has some eccentricities, such as always like to show that weird smiling face.

But in the next second, Moriarty threw the phone to the ground, stepped on it, and ruthlessly smashed it to pieces.

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It is not every day that there are battles. More often, what they need to endure is not the devastation of war, but the torment of fear every day.

It's just that Moran couldn't understand these things. He is a stubborn guy, and every stubborn guy has an unbreakable heart, and these emotions can't affect him in the slightest.Basically what I look forward to most every day is eating and taking a nap.

This afternoon, Moriarty couldn't find Moran again.No one in the barracks wanted to talk to him, and Moriarty didn't want to talk to anyone, so naturally he couldn't find anyone to talk to now.

Frowning, he walked to the side and squatted down. He was small when he huddled together, and the green military uniform on his body made him even more inconspicuous.Moriarty nervously put his thumb into his mouth, his teeth biting his nails, and his other hand seemed to be holding his pocket irritably.

At this moment, Moriarty saw that the shadow of the leaves in front of him seemed to shake.

He subconsciously grabbed the gun in his pocket, looked up at the tree, but saw the dazzling blond hair at first sight.

Moriarty's first reaction was to raise his hand and beat the unknown guy to death, but the next moment, he paused and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Because, the dark brown eyes that got used to the light saw the sharp chin of the man with the brim of the hat pulled down, and the long legs that were tightly wrapped in military trousers.

Moriarty put the gun on his waist, covered it with his jacket, and then climbed up the tree trunk neatly.Pulling away the leaves, he glanced at the leaves that fell on his shoulders with some distaste, stretched out his hand to pat them off, and then carefully sat down on the branch next to the man.

It should be fortunate that this tree has deep roots and lush leaves, and it looks quite strong, otherwise it would be really dangerous for two grown men to sit together.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the man who seemed to be asleep.

Moran was a good asylum, and what was rare was that he was very good-looking, with a handsome face, a long body, and calves that were always tightly wrapped in riding boots. Everything looked very pleasant, and this is Moriarty There is no reason to be bored with him all the time.

Moriarty felt a little bored, so he reached out and pulled Moran's hat off.The sudden onslaught of sunlight caused Moran to open his eyes immediately, and those azure eyes closed subconsciously when they met the sunlight, but he had already picked up the gun in his hand, and the gun was aimed at Mori Artie's head.

"This place is not bad." Moriarty said with a smile, as if he didn't see the gun pointed at him.

Moran was taken aback by his voice, and he looked over subconsciously, facing Moriarty's face squarely.

The afternoon sun splashed on this person's face, the long eyelashes seemed to be shining, and the mouth with light lips looked extraordinarily alluring.

Moran put the gun back, and sat up straight with his hands on the tree trunk: "Don't do this next time, if you didn't speak just now, the gun would have exploded in your head."

Moriarty just chuckled, neither agreeing nor objecting.

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That night Moran stayed in the camp as usual and didn't go anywhere.Many young people always have some crazy ideas on the precarious battlefield, but more often they suffer from insomnia and difficulty falling asleep.Most people go find a place to drink a glass of bad wine and force themselves to sleep.

Someone has to be awake, and Moran is always the one who is awake and guarding in the dark.

Moriarty dragged his sleeping bag to Moran's side, patted the soft pillow, and got in without taking off his clothes.This is what Moran taught him. Dressing up all the time may affect the quality of sleep, but it can save his life during a surprise attack.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Moriarty asked, looking up at the blond man sitting beside him.

Moran shook his head, looking at the faint light from the flashlight not far away: "I slept for a while during the day, but now I can't sleep."

Moriarty laughed: "I saw you climbed a tree and thought there was an enemy attack, and you threw me down. It's really scary."

"I'm just looking for a quiet place to sleep." Moran tightened his coat, and had to say that the wind at night was quite cold.

Moriarty said nothing, his black hair fluffy on the white pillow.

Moran looked at him, only to think that the man's dark brown eyes looked like sombre black now.For some reason, Moran, who had never liked to talk, suddenly spoke, and his low and deep voice slowly spread out in the night: "If I really leave you behind, what would you do?"

Moriarty still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

After a while, Moran also felt that his question was a bit boring, so he stopped looking at him and continued to stare at the light of the flashlight in a daze.But at this moment, he heard Moriarty's voice, a little bouncing, with a strange but harmonious rhythm.

"I'll put a bullet through your head."

Moran looked down at Moriarty, only to feel that the man's eyes were shining a little in the night.

"It's not fair." Moran frowned. In his heart, he and Moriarty were companions, but that didn't mean they had reached the point where they had to live and die together.

Moriarty smiled, and suddenly reached out and tugged at Moran's wrist.Moran was pulled by him and bent slightly, and then, the corner of his mouth was touched by something warm and soft.

This was the first kiss in Moran's life. In the small dark tent, he was dragged to bend down in some embarrassment. The teeth of that person even tried to break his lips.

But immediately, he was released, and in front of him was the smiling face of Moriarty who had succeeded.

It looked a little dangerous, and Moran thought of the cat he raised when he was a child. It looked docile, but he was a little guy who liked to scratch his paw from time to time.

Next to the ear, Moriarty's voice floated slowly.

"Now, it's fair."

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That night, when the enemy attacked, Moran first pushed Moriarty awake, and then fired a few shots into the tent, regardless of whether the tent would be pierced.

Everyone was awakened by the gunshots, and immediately realized what happened.He hurriedly put on his clothes and got his weapon ready to fight, but Moriarty followed Moran closely, never leaving.

"You take this." Moran pushed a pistol into Moriarty's hand while walking quickly outside. Moriarty looked down and saw that it was a black pistol, and he heard Moran continue to say , "There are bullets in here, don't move around casually."

Moriarty frowned in distress: "I won't use this."

Moran was categorical, without giving anyone a chance to hesitate: "If you don't know how to use it, try to use it, as long as you don't point the gun at your head."

This teaching method was really simple and rude, but Moriarty held his pistol firmly without saying a word, looked up at Moran's back that was exposed to him, squinted his eyes, and said nothing.

This attack was obviously premeditated, and they had a firm grasp of where Moran and the others were stationed.Moran pulled Moriarty's arm and walked along a narrow path in the dark, stopping from time to time to listen to the surrounding sounds, without lighting, but judging the direction purely by feeling.

"What are you doing?" Moriarty felt that it was obviously safer to be with the main force now.

Moran didn't look back, and lowered his voice: "Follow me."

Moriarty had no choice but to follow him, pistol gripped.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly saw a light ahead.Moran's eyes lit up, and then he found the nearest big tree to hide his figure.Moriarty was held tightly between his arms, unable to move.

Moriarty usually didn't speak, but there was an obvious nervous look on his face.

Moran took out the gun, opened the safety, and then squinted his eyes to look outside. The next second, he raised his hand and fired without hesitation.

After the gun was silenced, there was only a dull sound. Before Moriarty could react, he heard a muffled grunt, followed by the sound of falling to the ground.

Moran looked indifferent, squinting his eyes looking for the next target.

Moriarty laughed, lowered his head, staring at the gun in his hand, with strange excitement in his eyes.

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Moran can get rid of a few people, but that doesn't mean he can get away with it.

Even his superb marksmanship can't resist the attack of shells. Although Moran is sometimes indifferent, he is still made of meat, and one hit is enough for him.Although the opponent just chose to attack because he was not sure of the target, but he also had some luck by mistake.

However, when the heat wave came with sand, stone and iron sheets, Moran pushed Moriarty down and lay on the ground tightly.

After the heat wave dissipated, Moriarty reached out and patted Moran on the back, only to find that the blond man was unconscious.Moriarty frowned, tested his finger under his nose, and then let go of his brow.

"Idiot."

Moriarty pushed him away, picked up his gun and stood up.The movement here obviously alarmed the British army not far away, but Moriarty didn't want to wait here.Holding a pistol, he looked left and right, and then disappeared without looking back, hiding his figure in the bushes.

When people found the half-dead Second Lieutenant Moran, Moran was lying there on his back with no scars on his face.But after turning his body over, the scorched military uniform and severely injured back were exposed, silently complaining about the miserable treatment he had just received.

Although Moran doesn't usually have a good relationship with them, he is the one with the highest military rank among them. Everyone hurriedly carried him to a simple stretcher and left in a hurry. Not long after they left, the grass moved , Moriarty stood up silently.

There was still that person's blood on his hands, Moriarty took off his shirt, wiped the blood off with his clothes, and then threw away the straight military uniform without hesitation.He looked left and right, and there was still a lot of gunfire just now, but now it is quiet.Moriarty walked forward slowly humming a ditty, stepped on the land soaked in Moran's blood without hesitation, and finally stood still in front of a lying down person.

He frowned and listened to the man's painful groans, then picked up the pistol and pointed it at his head without hesitation.

The moment the trigger was pulled, that strange excitement reappeared in Moriarty's eyes, sparkling.

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When Moran woke up, all he saw was the snow-white ceiling.Moran, who hadn't lived in such a well-formed house with a roof for a long time, was taken aback for a while before trying to sit up.

But the wound behind him made him unable to move at all. The scorching pain seemed to be delayed for a while, but it was enough for Moran to lie back obediently and stop moving.

His eyes looked around, it was obviously a ward, but the equipment didn't seem to be very advanced.The bright sunshine outside the window obviously does not belong to the always foggy London. It seems that he has not been thrown back yet.

But it is estimated that it is almost the same. I am afraid that he can go back when his injury is almost healed.

Moran breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and then immediately became rapid.

He remembered the raid, the artillery fire, and the thin body he held down.

He was here, but where was Moriarty?

"you're awake."

At this time, the door was opened, and Moran looked over, and saw a man with golden brown hair in a white coat walking in.

The man didn't look tall, and Moran reckoned he was shorter than Moriarty.He looked at Moran and smiled, his warm hair made him look friendly: "Your anesthetic should be over soon, do you want to continue the injection?"

"No." Moran resolutely refused, then frowned, "I want to know where the person who came with me went?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then a sad look suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Captain, no one came with you."

Moran remained silent. This kind of answer made him directly attribute Moriarty to the category of "martyr".

It is obvious that dead people are common, but, perhaps due to the effect of the anesthetic, Moran felt that his head was hurting and uncomfortable.

The man put the medicine box on the small table beside the bed, and took out gauze and medicine from it.Moran obediently asked the man to change his dressing. Since the wound was on his back, he couldn't actually see what his injury looked like, but judging from the sound of the man gasping for breath, the injury was probably not serious.

Without anesthesia, the process of dressing change is undoubtedly very painful.Moran tried to find other distractions.

"Where is this place?"

The man smeared the gauze on the gauze and wrapped it around Moran. When he heard his question, he replied: "This is a temporary hospital. I am the doctor here, John Watson."

"I've heard your name before." Moran could only see the top of the man's golden brown hair, "Your marksmanship is very accurate."

Watson smiled and said nothing.

The room fell silent, and when the gauze was about to be wrapped, Moran said again: "Moriarty, are you still alive?"

Watson tied the gauze and stood up: "I have never heard of that name, Captain."

"Really..." Moran stopped talking, but lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

At some point, Watson left the ward, and when Moran opened his eyes, the sun was still shining outside the window.

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Moran's injury was not serious, so even though he got the notice to return him, he couldn't move at all.

Dr. Watson has been in charge of taking care of Moran.Dr. Watson is not talkative, but he is a good listener.After the two got acquainted, Moran found that this good doctor was always eager to try the battlefield.

Watson belongs to the war.Moran kept the words under wraps.

"I found this." Watson walked into the room, reached out and turned on the light switch, and the warm yellow light instantly filled the room.

Moran put his pistol under the pillow neatly when he heard the footsteps, and turned his head after Watson sat on the chair, his blue eyes were flat: "What?"

Watson took out a book from the pocket of his coat and handed it to Moran: "I can't find any good things in the hospital, but this is the only thing. I hope it can make you feel less boring."

Moran took it, touched the somewhat damaged cover, then put it next to the pillow, smiled at Watson, and said gently, "Thank you very much, Dr. Watson."

"You're welcome, Captain." Watson picked up Moran's medical case hanging by his bedside, and opened it to look at it. "It looks like you're recovering well. I think you'll be back to health in two weeks."

"But obviously, I can't go back to the battlefield." Moran reached out and patted his leg.

Watson was silent for a while. As a doctor, he knew Moran's situation very well.The damage to his back wasn't enough to keep him off the field—he was a rare sharpshooter, after all—but he had a piece of bomb embedded in his leg, which damaged part of his tissue, Even with it removed now, Moran won't be able to make a run-like movement for a few years.

Letting him go back would be tantamount to death. Even though Watson felt that it was a pity, he still would not object to the above decision.

Moran expressed his understanding of Watson's silence. Dr. Watson is a very gentle person with a sense of justice.He took the initiative to give up this unpleasant topic: "I have a hunch that this war will end soon, and I don't think there will be many times when I can play my spare heat."

Watson closed the medical record and put it back on the bed, revealing the silver necklace around his neck: "I hope so too."

Moran looked at the necklace, blinked, but didn't ask much.

In his eyes, Watson is a very likable military doctor, even though she never used some sweet words to make girls happy, but compared with Moran, who has a sunny appearance and a cold personality, she looks as warm as a teddy bear Dr. Watson has no intention of being able to win the favor of female doctors.

It seems that the little nurse Milina who gave herself an injection in the morning also has such a necklace.Moran just turned the sentence around in his head and threw it out.

Like Moriarty said, sometimes a little gossip is good.

When Dr. Watson left, he turned off the light very considerately. Only a small lamp on the wall gave off a faint light in the room.

On the other hand, Moran picked up the book Watson gave him. The cover was damaged and the name could not be read, so he opened it directly.

But on the first page, instead of the name, it was a piece of clean, brand-new paper that looked very different from the old book, and the cursive characters on it looked correct and decent.

Moran narrowed his eyes slightly and sat up straight.

'Dear Captain Moran: I am deeply sorry for what has happened to you, but I still hope that you will