"Don't worry about it."
When Bill came back, he found both of them sitting side by side, exactly how he had left them. "Hey, Bill?" As he slid into the foxhole, he turned his head to glance at M.J. curious as to what she wanted to say.
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry about a thing. Neither of us plans on getting killed anytime soon." Confused, Bill offered the small woman a very puzzle looked. Smiling, she shook her head.
"Just don't worry about it."
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He could feel her gaze boring holes into his helmet.
"I'm sorry, lieutenant, but Colonel Sink has ordered me to keep you here. Your intelligence and knowledge of the enemy position is far too valuable to send you off on an attack. You'll just have to sit back and wait…" He sighed heavily. "Like the rest of us." The last sentence was uttered so quietly, that the diminutive lieutenant had to strain to catch it.
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(Continuation of Chapter 3)