I Am Who I Am

Countryhumans Fiction (art is mine)

I'm not perfect but do I care? I died not knowing what happened. Did I deserve this? Did I do a good job protecting my civilians?

I awoke from the darkness, and all I see is... light? It's almost as if I can see through it, and yet I cannot. The darkness has receded, replaced by a bright light that surrounds me like an embrace. Everything seems to have become clearer, and I realize with startling clarity how young I am compared to the rest of the world. I am not a child anymore.