Help, For A Hero ?

Sex ! What is it, good for ? He thought. It, is better than, war. Surely ? His opinion seriously skewed by his status. And, his current position. As, a " soldier of fortune " ! Constantly, on the road to some misunderstanding leading to " open " conflict. As well as death. His life expectancy being the way it was, he was prone to these lapses, or " episodes, " detached from the usual way of looking at things. Including, life. Or, something like that.
You, had to feel for him, really. Because of his yearning to be part of a " family, "  or, as close to that, which made any sense. But, his involvement in deteriorating environmental conditions, resulting from selfishness or greed, did lead to some rather peculiar " stand-points " ! Away from the battlefield, that is.
Here, he would reflect on his lot. And, what it gave to him. Or, did not ! According to the relevant perspective being assessed that day. Obviously, " sex " was his favourite leaning. As, most of his kind. With a slightly more flexible approach, in mind. Due, probably, to more experience on the " road to ruin. " Bullets, and bombshells, making a " hell, of a difference " to the overall survey of landscape. As well as personnel found, upon it. The crux, and, crutch, of the matter laying in the hands of his " brothers, and sisters, in arms " who curtailed the worst of declining standards, to be leaving him, more and more often, where none normally want to go.
The " team ethic " frequently brought him back from this " place " ! But, today, he was alone. With nothing other than the effects of combat to influence him. In every way conceivable. Well, apparently so, to the " professional " body, he was currently involved with. The test of his " challenges " were thus clear. In the darkest examinations of his " travels " into the unknown. Where, hopes, and even fears, were abandoned for something else entirely.
His frame did not make you suspect anything was wrong, but, the " odd " slip into the bizarre outburst, showed his propensity to fall from " grace " ! Mainly, in the eyes of comrades. Thinking them a decline in capability, at a time, generally, when it was most sought. For, the good of all.
This thought, by his wandering perspective, here, tended to be a worrying sign. Of, a hazard being present,others could not appreciate. Anywhere, let alone in the midst of hardcore action. Which, would unsettle.
He, needed help. It, was certainly fortunate, that it, came about. When, she walked in. To administer the prescribed " dose " of reality. To, bring him back from the brink.
How, lucky was he ?
How fortunate, to be considered worthy, of such " treatment " ? Away, from the collective responsibility. I suppose, " all is fair, in love and war " ! So, what happened, makes the world " real, " and, far more welcoming than anyone would imagine. With, any problem, to deal with.
How great, thou heart ? To, give readily to another, when facing torment. Perhaps, beyond belief ?