The gap between consciousness and the trench

The front line where urban warfare is taking place Lieutenant Bronte was in a shelter holed in a gap between buildings. Crouching, I slipped between the debris and crawled through the gutter. I sent out reconnaissance officers and advanced to a listening trench, a more prominent position on the front line. It\'s awfully quiet. (I can\'t) It seemed like the enemy was going to launch an assault any time soon. (You return to company headquarters and report.) Give instructions to subordinates nearby. (What about the second lieutenant?) Since I can\'t make a sound, I use hand signals. (I will stay and continue monitoring) …… (Good luck!!) The subordinate seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then nodded and quietly and quickly retreated. (I don\'t think I\'ll make it in time until support arrives.) The second lieutenant readied his rifle and waited for his moment. \"Ensign? How long will you sleep...\" When Corporal Sylvia opens the door and looks in... \"...I\'ll send you reinforcements...I\'ll take care of you...\" \"Ensign!! Wake up!!\" Lieutenant Bronte is haunted by a nightmare and won\'t wake up. \"...It\'s okay... I\'ll stay...\" \"Angela!! Wake up!!\" Corporal Sylvia shook Ensign Bronte awake with a loud voice. \"Ah, ah, that. Corporal... Dream...?\" \"You\'re letting your guard down too much just because you\'re on vacation.\" (I guess it\'s no wonder. Even though she\'s excellent, he\'s still younger than me.)