She looks up to the light of the quarter moon, shining down on him as surely as on her though from a different angle, then over to the first star that catches her eye. Wish I may, wish I might—

He'll come home safe. He'll come home as whole as he left. He won't have been affected by the things he had to do over there, the things he had to see. He'll be able to slide back into civilian life like he never left it. He'll never have to go back, not ever.

—have the wish I wish tonight.