We fought last night. Sheets and blankets and pillows askew, then slept. My nightmares

were mild compared to such wild hell. Woke, sweating in some far corner of a foreign field.

Trenches of night between us. I crawled belly down toward where I thought I saw you last.

Removed a pillow carefully for fear it would explode.

Felt you out long last. Curled up and dug out of blankets. Reached for your hand.

Crawled in from no man's land.