The night was not easy, you were laying on the thin mattress of your home. It was 1943, you just got back from the Libyan desert in north Africa, from war, you were a soldier, the only woman in the SAS unit. You were haunted, haunted by the ghosts, by the things you've seen, the screams, the crying, all of it. You stared at the door that the man who was laying next to you not long ago entered, not coming out for a long time, you could guess what he's doing, he's having a hard time showing it but you know. He had nightmares because you had nightmares, and it all just mixed, and all you had now was to wait until your freedom will end and you'll have to go back in there and kill.

You stood up, walking towards the door and leaning closely to listen through

"Paddy." Your voice low and you tried your best to sound welcoming.

No sound,

"Paddy, please." You said again, the plea left too quickly. You leaned against the door with your back, your head resting back against it.

No sound,

You both stayed like this for what felt like hours, it was twenty minutes, that was until you broke the silence. You whistled a song to yourself, something you used to do when you sat in military prison for beating someone up, and he usually gave your melody words, a meaning, while ob the other side of the wall for his own crimes.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the door, his forehead resting against it softly like he's disappointed in this whole thing.

Yet, no sound.

Then-

"Bill Stirling. He said we will be getting into Italy next," Mayne saud, he sounded rough, like he's trying to get away from whatever is coming.

"Why are you telling me this, Paddy?" You said, that was definitely not the right time to let you know when you're getting sent back into the war, specifically to Italy...

"Because you're on my command, aren't you?" His voice was low, closed.