"Care tellin' me why we were assigned to pick this body up?" Mark huffed in annoyance, grimacing as he grabbed the deceased soldier's legs.
You shrugged your shoulders in response.
Everything happened too quickly. One minute you were out getting drunk with your friend, and the next minute your commander has tasked the two of you to give the body a proper burial.
"You know how he is," you responded. "A shame that he never got to say goodbye to his wife." You slid your arms beneath the soldier's shoulders.
The journey back to the base was quiet. It was never this quiet. You and Mark were always chatting non-stop, even to the point that the commander had to stop pairing the two of you as partners.
Mark was the first to break the silence. "Salad, you think this was really the Brits doing?"
You hated that nickname.
Sighing, you shook your head. As much as you hated the British, you never saw them as this bloodthirsty.
"It doesn't seem like they would do such a thing. I mean— anyone would've spotted them, right?"
"Right... It's just confusin' and all."
You couldn't see Mark's face, but you could tell that he felt guilty even if he had no part in it.
"At least he'll be in a much more safer place." You glanced at the man's face. He looked almost peaceful, like he was in a deep sleep.
One where he will never awaken again.
It had taken approximately 30 minutes to bury the body near the family's home.
Mark lowered his head, his hat in his hand. "I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am."
The wife could only break down into tears as she closed the door, not wanting any direct human interaction.
"That was a bit harsh, wasn't it, Mark?"
"She just lost her husband, Salad; it will take time for her to recover."
You glared at your friend. That nickname again...
"One day I'll figure out a nickname for you, one that you will hate."
Mark only rolled his eyes. "How long will that be? Till we declare freedom from England?" He smirked.
"I hate you."
"Love you too, Salad." He patted your back. "Come on, we gotta tell the commander before we drink down our sorrows."
Mark gestured for you to follow him, which you did.
From a distance, an 'angel' watched from the top of a building. His wings folded nicely behind his back.
"Foolish humans," The 'angel' muttered with disgust. "How will you ever live without your Savior being around?"
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