Oh Serge but you are very handsome tonight.
Thank you Hildy, as do you.
You think of me as handsome Serge?
Women, Serge are meant to be beautiful, pretty, radiant. Men like you Serge are handsome.
I am sorry Hildy but I am a solder with solder’s ways.
I know Serge I understand your literary limitations.
My language is cumbersome, clumsy and I know nothing of the finery of life.
It’s alright Serge I wanted you to say I look nice is all. This dress has been in my family a long time. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother all wore this dress.
You look stunning Hildy.
Oh thank you Serge. When are you off to the war?
Tomorrow my love. At first light.
Will you be gone long?
I don’t know who knows how long this Napoleonic war will last.
That evil Frenchman will meet his Waterloo one day I just know it.
All will be well Hildy.
But he is taking you away from me my love.
Its war Hildy, its what we men do. I will be safe.
How can you be sure?
I am a cannon ball carrier. I never see the front lines.
But what if one explodes.
No my precious one these are lead balls, they don’t explode they just rip anything to pieces that gets in their way.
Oh Serge I am worried you may get in the way of a French cannon ball.
No my love rest easy, they wont come near me and if they do I am very agile on my feet.
Oh yes Serge you are very agile, I’m going to miss that.
Keep that thought, Hildy it won’t be long and I will be back in your arms again.