Hearing stories about war is different compared to actually being in one. Someone you've known four to five years, your Bestfriend, your brother, goes to a hell in the middle of some Godforsaken country with you. You promise his mom you both will come home. You're gettin shot at bombs blowing up all around and your only thought is staying alive. A grenade gets thrown near you, you don't even notice it... but your brother does. He's quick enough to throw it before it explodes near you. All you see is a bullet go through his skull as he turns around to check on you. You both came home from that war alright, one in a box and another with a burden on his shoulders. How are you supposed to tell the mother of you're Bestfriend you didn't keep him safe, you didn't bring him home alive... how do you look a women who's like your own mother in the eye and tell her that her son is dead? It wasn't only a promise that was broken in that split second... it was you too... all you can whisper is "I'm sorry mom, I'm so sorry."
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