For the man who sees more wounds than than the rest of his company combined and so distances himself, ignores the fond nicknames the men give each other as an attempt to become numb for the possibility of failing to save them. For the man who has an acute hearing of the word 'Medic'. For the Kajun healer with the temperament of a traiteur. For the guardian angel of Easy Comapny.

-A mix for Eugene Roe-

Tracklist is on my tumblr

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