I follow his eyesight and he is looking up the path at a long slim branch hanging from a pine fifty feet ahead of us, swinging gently in the wind.
He looks at it and then looks at me and for the first time tonight, he speaks.
"Do you remember our first patrol together?"
I look away from him and then I look at the branch and realise the reason he stopped and is asking.
How can I forget?
The night he stole my first kiss when I lost a bet to him.
It was at a similar place like this, with a dangling branch hanging in front of us. I look at him again, surprised that he even remembers. Neither of us have spoken of that night to each other, not even once.
Tomas and Max had already gone ahead and out of sight that night with us trailing behind.
The bet was simple.
Whoever hits the dangli
