"Did I hear that right?"
"Did you just mention medals?"
Mr. Truman suddenly wondered if he was hallucinating, or if Lynch had misunderstood something, otherwise how could he connect it to "medals".
Lynch had already sat back down on the sofa, casually turned on the television, and lowered the volume. He spoke relaxedly, "Of course, I sacrificed my personal honor. You know, this isn't easy to do; I'm someone with a moral obsession."
Mr. Truman laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, and after a while, his laughter gradually stopped. He also gradually understood some things, "You're truly crazy, but I understand your point."
"This is tricky to manage. You can't just tell the public you were awarded a medal for sleeping with someone for the country, but I'll help you apply for it later," he said, fearing Lynch wouldn't understand, and gave a hint, "Aircraft..."
