“There’s my favorite nurse,” I say with a grin, covering the previous pained expression. “Was wondering where you were, angel,”

I watch as you step into the curtained off area of the medical tent, where I’m sat up on a makeshift cot with one hand holding some gauze to a wound on my abdomen. A wound I received from a German soldier.

Part of the job, I suppose.

You’re a volunteer nurse, apart of the new group that came out here last week when shit started hitting the fan after the unexpected advance of the German’s resulted in us being trapped in Dunkirk. Obviously it’s been a rough time in this war, but your arrival made everything stop for me.

Whenever I see you, for medical help or just simply in passing, it’s like my entire day is brightened instantly. You’re a breath of fresh air, making me momentarily forget the circumstances of the world.

Maybe even some added motivation to keep going.

“Wish we were seeing each other for a different reason,” I chuckle lightly, wincing as it jostles the injury.