The Fragrance of Her Name by Marcia Lynn McClure

Author:Marcia Lynn McClure [McClure, Marcia Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Erotica, Historical, General
ISBN: 9780982192177
Google: pCVtWfE9t_0C
Amazon: B00495XUH2
Publisher: Distractions Ink
Published: 2009-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Since returning from Vermont, eyes healed and soul seemingly on the mend, Brant had not mentioned the war or his injuries very often. But a man could not keep such emotionally maiming experiences silently to himself forever, else they destroy him. She knew he needed to talk. It generated a deep and aching agony in her heart to know his mind was tortured the way a soldier's always was. Patrick had told Lauryn several things Brant had related to him during a conversation they had when Brant had been with them before. However, he’d never really said much of anything to Lauryn about it. She hadn’t asked, thinking, if he’d wanted to talk about it, he would have.

Lauryn had spent hours volunteering at the hospital listening to the wounded soldiers talking. It hadn't taken long before she realized that often the wounds a man suffers in such horrible circumstances were far more hurtful to their minds than their bodies. She sat silently, ready to listen to whatever Brant needed to say if, indeed, he said anything further at all.

He returned to her and sat down in defeat in the grass. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. A tear traveled slowly down his cheek. Tears were silently trickling down Lauryn's cheeks at the sight of this man and his pain.

"Some of the boys…" he whispered. "Would get trench foot. It was so…bad. I never imagined anything like that before. I…I had to see so many of them lose their feet from it…or their lives. And the noise! It never stopped! The loud, sharp noises. The shouting, the screams. But then…when it did stop…it was almost worse because you knew it would only start again and you'd have to drag some fine boy out with his blood all over you…sometimes there was so much of him missing that you'd only drag half of him out…a piece of him and…”

His eyes were closed, and she silently begged him to open them, to look at her so the visions he was reliving would fade a bit. But he kept his eyes tightly shut as another tear revealed his pain. "And it was hard, almost impossible sometimes, to see in your mind everything back home. Everything beautiful that you wanted to save…that you wanted to protect from the ugly things you were living. Some of the men… when they were dying…they'd call out for their mothers or scream apologies to their wives and children for failing…for abandoning them. They'd hand you a photograph of their girl…tell you how beautiful and sweet she was and ask you to keep fighting so that the war would never get past your trench and closer to her.” Another tear trickled down his face from his closed eyes. Lauryn thought her heart would break from the pain she felt for him. She wanted him to stop, to come back to the present and the beauty all around him…the soft green grasses, the dogwood blossoms that smelled so sweet, the sun glistening warmly on the pond’s smooth surface.

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