Ch. 3 Melancholy
The squad traveled for several miles only hearing distant small arms and mortar fire and an occasional grenade explosion. They kept fairly quite traveling along cow fields mostly and the time was spent thinking and daydreaming.
Lee used the time to study the squad. She took in their appearances and their mannerisms. These seven men had been through hell only three days before and here they joked with each other and smiled at each other. These men were brothers, for the rest of their lives these men were brothers.
Lee shook her head at her own melancholy; she really was too girly for her own good. What would she do with the information about these men? Write a book, that's the only plausible thing she could do. Yeah, maybe she'd write a book.