The nights in the middle of the desert in the war fighting were not quite easy, everyone was sitting around the camp fire, singing along and telling unfunny jokes that were only funny because how excited they were, a night full of rough stories. You were sat away from everyone else, staring at your whisky bottle in hand, it was getting a head on you, it was dark, you sat under the skies, the stars that shine upon you...

You suddenly heard, you heard someone make best of themselves to walk around you with gentleness enough not to startle you, but not quite towards you