"Miritch?" I say in a worried voice. Miritch's uniform was soaked in blood, and you could see a hole where a bullet must have come through. The bullet seemed to have not been meant for him, it was just off target.
"Mirtich?" I said quietly. He looked at me and told me one thing, "fight". He took one last breath, and died, right before my very eyes. I layed my head on my brother's body and cried.
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The Revolution that Brought us Together
Historical FictionMen in red coats come walking down to our driveway. There getting closer. They want something, and they want it now. This is inspired by "My Brother Sam is Dead" by: Collier and Collier
