~ Part Three ~
~ Part Two ~
"They should have killed me," he told her one evening. "It is shameful to leave a man as an invalid on the battlefield."
"Battlefield?" she asked him, eyes dancing with amusement in the firelight. "I didn't know you were fightin' a war."
"I was speaking metaphorically," he answered tersely.
"I should hope so," she said. "You ain't gonna be no ivalid. I seen plenty of men during the war, far worse then you. All the bad ones, they sent to me. Know why? 'Cause they knew I'd fix them up right, get 'em back on their feet, even if they didn't have 'em anymore."
"Inspiring," he muttered, shifting his focus to the fire.
"Just you wait!" she told him, putting down the knitting she'd been working on. "You'll see. In no time you'll be walkin' 'round, back to fightin' your war."
"That's assuming your friends in town haven't killed me," he said darkly. Then with a heavy sigh he added, "In any case, I have no war to fight. Not anymore."
"Everyone's got a war," she murmured. "We're all of us fightin' against something or other."
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what war are you fighting?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered smugly, and went back to her knitting.
"They should have killed me," he told her one evening. "It is shameful to leave a man as an invalid on the battlefield."
"Battlefield?" she asked him, eyes dancing with amusement in the firelight. "I didn't know you were fightin' a war."
"I was speaking metaphorically," he answered tersely.
"I should hope so," she said. "You ain't gonna be no ivalid. I seen plenty of men during the war, far worse then you. All the bad ones, they sent to me. Know why? 'Cause they knew I'd fix them up right, get 'em back on their feet, even if they didn't have 'em anymore."
"Inspiring," he muttered, shifting his focus to the fire.
"Just you wait!" she told him, putting down the knitting she'd been working on. "You'll see. In no time you'll be walkin' 'round, back to fightin' your war."
"That's assuming your friends in town haven't killed me," he said darkly. Then with a heavy sigh he added, "In any case, I have no war to fight. Not anymore."
"Everyone's got a war," she murmured. "We're all of us fightin' against something or other."
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what war are you fighting?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered smugly, and went back to her knitting.