He woke up to Tilly coming into the room carrying a tray. She put it down on the dressing table, then helped him sit up in bed.

"Isn't it a lovely day!" she said as she passed him his cup.

"It's beautiful," he agreed, sipping his tea.

"You were dreaming," Tilly said, "about the war."

Johnny smiled at her. "Yes," he said. "And about a lovely young nurse I met when I came back." He tried to touch her face, remembered his hand was useless, and settled for a slight ...