[ The stranger might not be Matt's commanding officer, but he's an officer all the same, and the order to wait carries no less strength. He can sense the man's approach, relieved when he stops short. It was an uncomfortable feeling the first time the man walked through Matt, he doesn't relish a repeat of it so soon. ]

Private Matthew Murdock, sir. 308th Infantry. Whittlesey's 77th. [ Part of the 'Lost Battalion', although Matt isn't aware of the moniker. All he knows is that the Argonne took every friend he had, his sight, and eventually his own life as well. He isn't sure how much of that to tell this man, though. ] We were pinned down holding Hill 198. I was, uh. I was wounded during the shelling.