“Looks like a care package from home.

Somebody wrote happy eighth anniversary on the side in red marker.”

“Put it on my bunk,” I said.

“I’ll deal with it later.”

I took the SGLI packet over to a small metal folding table by the door.

The current form named Kendra as the only primary beneficiary of four hundred thousand dollars.

If a mortar landed on this base tomorrow, or a transport helicopter went down, she’d get the whole payout tax-free within a few weeks.

She’d use my death benefit to pay for her new life with the man in the silver sedan.