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The veterans met up every so often to remember, to support, but more than anything else, to tell stories. Some were old enough to have been there at the beginning. They told stories of the early days, long forgotten theatres. They remembered making decisions themselves, making mistakes. Younger veterans told their own stories of their own service. They remembered the battles, the victories, the defeats. Some showed off their souvenirs. Fragments of code they’d developed; fragments captured from the enemy. They raised a glass to those they’d lost over the years; Agents no longer with them. Wiped but not forgotten.