Hello Again

I trudged uphill through the snow each step dragging my feet deeper into the slurry.

I saw her face, I did. In the eyes of every man before me, I saw her face — bloodied, eyes wide with agony.

Her pain was worse. Much worse. Bastards.

Still one left. One more chance to see her face.

He crested the hill before I did, blade at the ready. But was he motivated like me? No, I should think not. Already saw her face for the last time, he did. Doubt he even remembers. Seen many a face for the last time.

“Hello again, my love.”

“I missed you.”