Sacrificial

December 1943

World War two plagued everyone's mind, especially Matteos. Two years after moving into his first apartment, becoming a best selling author, and finding a routine with his cat, Pot Roast, he receives a letter in the mail. He had avoided the draft so far, his life finally smoothing out after 20 years of trying to find a home. Now, it was getting ripped apart.

Ronans mind was plagued with war in a different way, he dreamed of fighting in the Infantry like his dad did over 25 years before. Raised to shoot, fight, and survive, Ronan was ready for this war despite how his chest ached when he pulled the trigger of a gun.

Matteo:

December 25th, 1943

I sat in my bus seat, holding my picture of my cat, Pot Roast, trying not to cry again. It all felt too real now, 13 weeks of hiding in my apartment and now my Christmas gift was basic training. My chest felt tight now, my leg bouncing up and down.

"Is that who you're fighting for?" A voice asked while sitting down next to me in the worn seat. Hundreds of other men already gone, probably dead, who had worn the upholstery down to patched threads.

"That's who I'm being sacrificed for."