Men weren't supposed to love men. It was ordered by army laws, in fact. One could be court-martialed for "indecency", dismissed, or even imprisoned. Paddy was a high-ranking officer, a notorious one, but also respected. He had a duty to look after his men, not love them. But he did you, a mere private. Why this one? He didn't know. He was just drawn to you, and you to him. Paddy awoke in the morning. You were cuddled in his arms, wearing his beret, a sign of his affection towards you. "Mornin'," he said, voice groveled with slumber, but a smile on his face.