The Game of War

This is not my story. It is both remarkable and shameful that I get to tell it. Before now, life did not intend for my eyes to see the brunt of this war without it swallowing me whole. I am not from this country. I do not follow the Holy Book. I am lucky they deemed me a proper soldier at all; I had only hoped for a mercenary's title. My objective was to play some minuscule part in a victory that would avenge the death of a father I only knew for seven years. No, this is not about me.

This is the tale of a great man who no longer walks this earth. A warrior who could have been the reason I saw my goal through. Only, his story has a plethora of details that I cannot fill in. I did not know him long enough to see that much of his world. I will have to tell this history as my own, though it torments me to do so. Whatever being created our world did not mean to make life fair. I should not get to tell his story. After all, it is my fault that it ended.