“Have you been over to Viet Nam?” she blurted out.I smiled at her and answered; “Why yes, two times and I’m…” she interrupted again. “I ...hate that place! I hate it more than anything!” she spat out.I suddenly got her message and asked her, “Did you lose someone over there?”She looked straight ahead and a tear came to her eye. She didn’t answer, she didn’t have to. Her answer was in her tears rolling down her cheek.“I’m so sorry,” I said earnestly and meant it. “Was it your brother or husband. ”She gave a mock frown and said, “Oh really. And why is that?”“They’re Americans, right? Not British?”She laughed, “Yes, well, they’re great Anglophiles. When they retire they’re going to find some impecunious noble and buy his title.” After a second she said, “I’m just shitting you. It’s Callista, like you’d expect.”We laughed and chatted easily for the rest of the morning. When we went to clock out at one, she asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”“No real plans.”“Oh.”I gathered up my courage. “I swear this for the rest of my days” He repeats.“Then kneel, once again” I pick up the sword that Kelso had placed on the table earlier. Dustins kneels before me, with right leg up, the left crossed behind it. Right arm on the knee, and left arm reaching over grabbing his right wrist. Lifting the sword, and placeing it on his left shoulder, I begin “By the power bestowed upon me by all cadets here present, (now moving the sword to the right shoulder) I make thee a knight, of the Diamond. V:I wake up thirsty, I open my bedroom door and head downstairs. For some reason something doesn’t feel right. ‘Maybe it’s just because I’m half awake’ I think to myself. I continue going down the stairs when I’m immediately put in a state of panic, I feel my body being pulled against something warm and- most likely another person, but in my house. My mouth is covered and my arms are wrapped around tightly by a bigger arm.Male P.O.V.:I quickly grab her and pull her against my body, she begins.