We had to be careful. It may have been the days of free love and open minds, but the world still didn’t accept two men who found comfort in each others’ arms. When we weren’t on duty, we’d sneak off into the brush of the countryside, careful of the mines and the enemy snipers. Mostly we managed to get together at night, slipping away from the camp to lay in the tall grasses and cuddle beneath the stars.
I remember the first night I ever kissed him. If I close my eyes, I can still see the way the starlight played off his curls and sparkled in his eyes. I can hear his breathless voice, speaking softly as we sat side by side on a hill overlooking the camp. I can remember the musky scent of his cologne, the feel of his hand in mine, his skin so tender and pliant beneath my fingers. He’d been
