It's been a couple days since Greg floored me with his idea of us leaving the fighting behind to start a real life together - a family even. My head is still spinning from the thought of it all, if I'm being honest. But there's no denying the sense of lightness, of hope, that's taken root inside me too.
Greg seems to be riding high on cloud nine ever since I agreed to take that leap with him. He's been in an unusually cheerful mood, whistling little tunes to himself as he goes about camp and playfully trying to distract me with stupid jokes or sweet gestures.
Like this evening, for instance. I'm going over some maps and troop movements at the rickety table in our quarters when Greg sidles up beside me.
"You know Rosie, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be squinting so hard at those paper
