"I'll see you when it's over."
"Come back to me."
After the war he took her by the waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. His sweet Annie. Her back arched as he pushed himself into her.
Rain fell from the sky in torrents of fat drops that molested every surface around Tom. The dream slowly dissolving with what little hope was still left. Her words still ringing in his ears, "come back to me." Tom lifted his heavy eyes from the growing puddles of mud surrounding him to scan the remaining soldiers huddled in the trench. Little streams-like veins- spill over the lip and into their sanctuary, washing away any sense of comfort.