Denmark lay on his back, trying to sleep.
This was the first opportunity to sleep he'd had in over a week. And yet, he could not. What irony.
At least he no longer had to worry about Iceland. He'd left three companies to clear out American troops and help reestablish order.
When he left Iceland, the boy was healthier than he had been in nearly two years.
Healthy enough the extract a promise out of Denmark.
A knock on the cabin door caused him to look up. "Come in."
A tiny, four-year-old child, dressed in a pink night-gown, came into the cabin. "Dan-Dan, I had a nightmare."
He sat up. "Come here, Sweetheart."
She climbed into his lap. He noticed the tearstains on her cheeks. "Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?"
"There was a man with a funny little mustache. It made me laugh a little. But then-" She shook her head, refusing to go on.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
She looked up. "Could I please, Dan-Dan?"
"Of course, Sweetheart. Otherwise, I might get scared," he said with a wink.
She giggled. "But you're not afraid of anything."
That wasn't true.
Abruptly, she said, "I miss Papa."
"I miss him too."
"But you'll get him back, right?"
"Of course, Sweetheart. We'll bring him back."
She nodded. "I know."