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“I love you,” I said as we lay together, naked, beneath the thin sheet on his bed. The room was still dark, the sound of the radio drifting up the stairs and under the closed door and into his room, Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard and his sister’s pretty voice singing along with them. He was my first, I’ll never forget him. “I’ll love you forever,” I swore.
“They’re sending us to the front in two weeks,” he whispered to me. I didn’t want to think about that so I frowned and didn’t reply. In the soft summer night, his arms around me so strong, so warm, he kissed my neck and whispered that he was afraid.
Me too.