The Tao of rachel dahan

Chapter 2 My bent knee was getting soggy in the moist earth, earth that would be soon be rendered a battlefield once the late enemy arrived and would most likely be a graveyard before they left. Through the golden shade of my helmet lens, I searched for Rachel Dahan hoping she would provide yet another diversion to the steady thumping of my heart. I did not have to search for too long. She was standing right in the centre of the second line. My spirit was forcibly raised at her sight, a soldier could not help but be inspired by the willingness of a commander to be amongst her troops in battle. If the worst came to the worst, perhaps I would be able to look upon her as I died.