He glanced at me across the OR while we were closing up our last patients after a ridiculously long session. I grinned at him and he smiled back, his ridiculous mustache twitching under his nose.

On our way back to the ridiculously dirty Swamp to get some sleep I slung my arm over his shoulders and he did the

same. He was wearing that ridiculous pink thermal shirt again and his feet were ridiculously large, flopping along in those ridiculously worn out Chuck Taylors.

He bowed ridiculously as he opened the Swamp door and gestured for me to go in. He and I both collapsed onto my ridiculously small cot in the ridiculously small corner of our ridiculously small tent.

He draped his arm ridiculously over my waist and closed his eyes, looking ridiculously relaxed. I pressed my face ridiculously into his shoulder and inhaled his ridiculously delicious sent. He toyed with the ridiculous graying hair at the nape of my neck and I shivered ridiculously.

I could feel that ridiculous mustache move as he grinned ridiculously. I pulled back and looked into his ridiculously blue eyes. He leaned forward and placed a ridiculously soft kiss on my lips. I pulled his face ridiculously closer to mine and deepened the kiss ridiculously. When we pulled apart, my ridiculous grin matched his own.

"Is it ridiculous for me to love you?" I asked.

"Only as ridiculous as it is for me to love you too," he said.

I laid my head down on his shoulder and we settled in for a ridiculously long nap, hoping for the ridiculous war to end and praying that this ridiculous thing we had would last ridiculously forever.