100 Faces in 100 Stories — No90 — As the battlefield fogged with smoke and the cloying smell of death, I saw the woman walking from body to body as if she were a specter. Only when she passed over me, her eyes alight with a solemnity I had come to know well, did I take a staggered breath. Her eyes flashed wide, a startled expression coming to her face. “You live,” she said as if the words were a marvel.