The December 7th prompt, as assigned by silvermouse:

Murray and another soldier who are both old friends of Watson come over and visit.


She poured the tea as they told their tales,

Stories of daring men gone to war

Of hours crouched in the muck

And nights spent caught in smoke and cards

Of battles with tokens of bullets exchanged

And nights spent in bloody, feverish disturb

Of comradery, bravery of friends

And nights with one more life saved


Apologies for my unceremonious vanishing off the face of the earth. Currently drowning in an odd combination of Dickens and web design as the semester draws to a close. Hoping to catch up very soon. Oy.