Even Here

The thought of his teammate had B.A. scanning their cell. For the first time in almost five weeks, he could lay eyes on all three of his friends in the gloom. It had become a habit. If a noise came too close, he looked for them. If the screams became too much, he looked for them. If their names passed through his head, he looked for them. Like tonight... (Vietnam Era/P.O.W. Camp)