May 12th, I was put in the front lines again, my little brother by my side.
May 12th, I fired a bullet and hit a foreign soldier
May 12th, A bullet fired back, my life flashed before my eyes, but I remained standing.
May 12th, The bullet went through his head, pulling him to the ground with the force of a thousand words.
May 12th, His soft hands hit the jagged ground as the light left his eyes.
May 12th, He smiled for the last time, in my arms, his last breath escaping his body.
May 12th, His eagerness brought his death, his naïve mind dug his grave.
May 12th, I wrote a devastating letter to his family.
I hope his father is proud of deciding his sons death, I hope his mother is disappointed she couldn't stop her husband, I hope his baby sister, Emily, grows up knowing her brother was a hero.
He had his whole life ahead of him, mother, it should have been me.
Smile more often, Mother, the sun will rise.
Your dear son,
Gerard.
