" And then all this talk of love and marriage out of nowhere? It's the war talking. I know; I've seen it. They head off, invincible, feeling as if the future is a golden pool before them, ready to dive into. And then something happens - a bomb, a sprained wrist, a bullet that whizzes by too close for comfort - and suddenly they are grabbing for whatever they can hold onto. "

― Jessica Brockmole , Letters from Skye