The forgetting was fucking creepy. Not their fault, they obviously couldn't help it, but it was just too much like a nightmare he'd had back in the army--that every time he'd turn around, more men would be brainwashed so thoroughly that they weren't people anymore.

It makes it hard to focus on memorizing names, but he has a go of it. "Heh, I'm not sure I'd give them that much credit. Somebody brought that bear along after all. But they're trying." Though whoever'd brought the bear was trying a hell of a lot less.

"So apart from the overgrown buzzards and the fact that this route is mainly composed of fog and disappointment, how's the march treating you? Boots holding together alright?"