They clamber out of the Humvee, back from the gas run with full cans.
Thank God she’s safe!
She rushes towards me.
“We were ambushed. They were all around us. They got Jack,” she says.
“Well at least you made it,” I say, raising her arm to look at the cut under her torn sleeve.
In the stress and panic she hasn’t noticed it.
“I must have…”
Her voice tapers off.
Our eyes meet.
“Oh, David.”
“Mary.”
I watch her tears fall then cease as her pupils turn yellow and her face goes ghastly gray.
I reach for my pistol.
Thank God she’s safe!
She rushes towards me.
“We were ambushed. They were all around us. They got Jack,” she says.
“Well at least you made it,” I say, raising her arm to look at the cut under her torn sleeve.
In the stress and panic she hasn’t noticed it.
“I must have…”
Her voice tapers off.
Our eyes meet.
“Oh, David.”
“Mary.”
I watch her tears fall then cease as her pupils turn yellow and her face goes ghastly gray.
I reach for my pistol.
