Siobhan gasped. 

She wasn't sure what it was. 

If ever.

Nonetheless, she hadn't dreamed of death. 

She was in a warzone. 

'Rory!'. 

She saw the Irish soldier was asleep in the bed. 

She kissed him, and he smiled briefly.

'It's alright', Rory told her. 

And she knew that he was truthful.

***

Carole was not alone. 

She hated the gunfire. 

The invasion of the British to get rid of the IRA wasn't going well.

She cried, and knew that the endless war was dragging on, and on. 

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