Second Chance

The sun filtered through the camouflage netting as I drifted between pain and numbness. Someone had replaced my rough field dressing with a cleaner, neater version. An I.V. dripped life into my vein. Soon they would ship me back to a hospital.

A nurse had asked me if I wanted to call anyone. I’d shaken my head at him. I didn’t want to phone her just yet. I needed to wait until I could walk through her door under my own steam.

I wanted to hold her in my arms, make love to her and re-affirm my commitment to her.