The war had been awful, young soldiers fell left and right. The wards were over crowded and tending to everyone had become difficult. You had volunteered as a nurse, checking up on patients.

You had been in charge of one particular man, Jack Marston. He had suffered a bullet wound to his shoulder, you were in charge of him until he recovered.

“Nice seeing a pretty lady in all this” he gave you a cheeky smile. Although injured, he did his best to make a good impression.