There were times when he would feel the fear of death upon him.
The blood soaked bodies of fellow soldiers, friends blown away by trip wires leaving nothing but a stain of blood as a memory.
Those were the times he would close his eyes and see her staring down at him, straddling him like a lover to her long lost man, hovering over him like a silk cloak of lust and desire.
Her hot velvet flesh like nothing he felt before.
Her pleads, her cry, her scream of passion rebounding through his mind, until that day he was alone once more...