<strong><em>Hello?...</em></strong><br/>The words were low at first, muffled by the dirt that suppressed the sounds or perhaps it was his body wanting to slip into death's embrace. His head throbbing, lost in lucid dreams he watched on events in his life flash before him, different from the echoes and horrid visions of war. The storming of Normandy replaced by the birth of his son and daughter, reverting to the celebration after the battle was won.<br/><strong><em>Hello? Can you...</em></strong><br/>Those words pulled him away from a beguiling light, his marriage and death of his beloved spouse. The light was brighter now, half lidded eyes blinked at the rising sun above him. Something was with him, he could feel it, a saint?<br/>"Jen...."<br/><em>Honey is that you...</em><br/>His lips could not find the words to speak, his body felt like it was torn to shreds. He could barely feel anything, his body cold,lower body numb. A groan came out of clenched teeth as he tried to lift his head, the cloth on it supported by the hand helping him felt like an elephant perched on his head. The images in his head began to disappear as he regained consciousness, then the fear crept up his spine causing his body to shudder. Where was he, his eyes opened, expecting the worse in the condition he was in. Never did he expect to look into such radiant beauty, she was a saint, but it was not his deceased wife taking him to spend eternity with her.<br/><em><strong>"Hello? Can you hear me?"</strong></em><br/>A bloody hand reached up to touch her, confirm if she was real. A pain fill whimper choked in his throat, even in his state he knew men did not cry, he was raised that way. When bloody fingers brushed across soft inviting skin he felt reassured and let his arm drop back down on the ground.<br/>"Yes...where...am I..."