Chapter 18

And, on the issue of our rescue, the Marine was quite sanguine.

“But what if,” I began, but he shook his head.

“No. We’re—well, I am, and you’re an embedded civilian with us—Marines. The Marines don’t leave behind their own, dead or alive.”

I nodded, impressed. And relieved.

When we bedded down, perhaps it was the sharing of industrious work, but I felt more of a sense of ease lying back-to-back with him. I even allowed myself to enjoy the pleasurable sensations, some of which were physical, others more emotional—arising from a sense of gratitude at simply being with this rather remarkable man, being able to share with him this experience.

It was with such thoughts that I fell asleep. And slept well too. 5: Discoveries