“You’re a good old boy.”
“Now you see. Underneath we are the same. We are war brothers. Kiss me goodbye.”
“You’re sloppy.”
“No. I am just more affectionate.”
I felt his breath come toward me. “Goodbye. I come to see you again soon.” His breath went away. “I won’t kiss you if you don’t want. I’ll send your English girl. Goodbye, baby. The cognac is under the bed. Get well soon.”
He was gone.