"Yeah," Reno agreed, not so much as missing a beat. "But the Turks ain't Turks. Each one of us... Tseng, Elena, Rude an' me? Yeah, sure, we're Turks. I'm damn friggin' proud of bein' one. I earned it."

Damn, the more he sipped at this coffee, the more he wanted to see what kind of use he'd get out of it on the battlefield.

"But we don't stand for what we used to, no more. It's gettin' hard to be proud of the work, even if I'm damn proud of the job."

He hoped to the gods that Rude never heard this. The poor man would probably cry or some shit.