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hit me, I realised it was more than an escape from reality for us.
    “Hold me,” she softly said.
    I wanted her. And even though nerves surged through my body, my instincts were much more potent. I charged over to her and lifted her into my arms. She kissed me differently. With passion. With longing. And as our breathing became loud and arduous with lust, I figured out that she wanted me to console her physically. But I didn’t want to take advantage of her grief, so I moved my lips away from hers. It would be a first for us both, and I didn’t want to use such a sad time to satisfy myself.
    “Nell… please… we have to stop.”
    She rested her head on mine. “I want you to touch me Jack… I want you to make love to me.”
    All my life I had lived in poverty. I worked hard for nothing. I had nothing to offer her for a bright rosy future. When I first met her, I never thought about it, until then.
    “Nell, I’m a nobody. All I can give you is a life of uncertainty and toil. There are better men than me; men who can give you what you deserve. I’m begging you, please, before it’s too late and I can’t stop myself.”
    “Jack Montgomery, you are not nobody. You are thoughtful.” She kissed my cheek. “You are selfless. And the only man I want to be with. Make love to me.”
    I kissed her zealously, lifting her up into my arms. I did want to touch her skin. I did want to go all the way. And all the doubts I had, vanished beneath the burning desire she created in me.
    I carried her up the open staircase, and we found a room with a single bed made. I kissed her against the wall, sliding her hands high as she unbuttoned my shirt. It was a frenzy, but a madness that felt so good. So right. My lips tasted her fragranced neck as I unzipped her dress, pulling it down over her soft shoulders so it dropped to the floor. Again, I elevated her warm soft body into my arms to lay her down onto the mattress. I bared down over her and swept her fine hair from her eyes.
    “I’m in love with you Nell.”
    “And I you, Jack.”
    It was the most sensational feeling in the world. So natural, like we were in tune with each other on some higher level unknown to man. And we laid in that bed all night. Her flesh on mine, wrapped together in completeness.
    I couldn’t have even imagined then, that it would be the last time we would be as one in such a way. I didn’t know at that moment my heart was soon to be sliced and diced into a million pieces. Thing is, if I were to go back in time, I would have loved her that way all over again. It was that night that she claimed a piece of my heart forever. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Jack’s Journal: Broken Hearted
    Five years I have now served, and even if a bomb were to blow me to smithereens, it would never compare to the heartache of that day. She was the reason I signed up; the reason I became hell bent on fighting to achieve an untimely death. If I could take as many evil Nazi’s with me on my way to the abyss, it would be a worthy end. But still I wait. My destiny seems to have been to live through each narrow escape. I have thrown myself into every battle willingly, and nothing has ever phased me. The men in my battalion call my lucky, because I have no fear. And now, when each young private takes up position to climb that wall to enter hell, they will come to me, not the Chaplin, for probably the last words they will ever hear. Nell changed me.
    It had been seven days since we made love in that farmhouse, and I’d not seen hide nor hair of her. I snuck up to that great house every evening, hoping that she would come out. But she never did. I even spoke to Benny; poured my heart out I did. He told me it would be best if I steered clear, but wouldn’t tell me why. So to take my mind off the frustration that dull Sunday afternoon, I decided to plough the barren field, where our potato crops perished in the previous year’s big freeze.
    The rain fell from the sky in sheets and