A middle-aged man wakes up in the early morning and goes through his daily motions: he barely pays attention to the television, eats up the breakfast that his wife fries for him, and goes out onto the fields. Looking out over his plots of land in Delaware, he remembers a moment from his youth. He serves as a soldier in World War II. One day, in the fields of France, he was shot by the Germans. He was ready to leave himself to die, but a boy picked him up and saved him. The man savors the memories of the boy’s touch against his skin, his wife being the only other person he’d ever touched so intimately. After recovering from his injury, he was sent back to the front, only to find that the war was over, and he would soon be called home. Now, he lives at home, does the same thing every day, and wonders where his life has gone.