I didn’t know if he’d left it with me as a farewell when I was carried off the battlefield for the last time, or if he’d died back there and some well-meaning orderly tucked it among my things as a memento. I didn’t know, and maybe I never would know. My partner. I doubled over weeping, clutching the book, as the submarine slid through the alien waters toward a safety I didn’t want, away from a death I would have welcomed, abandoning everyone I loved.