The Warzone Veteran
He caressed the once soft but now hard Earth as if it were fragile; his mind trying to remain serene under the rush of adrenaline now bursting. The atmosphere was gray and gloomy, as if reminiscing the fearful past of the place. The area itself amassed a huge swathe of land, keeping all to itself and refusing to share. Connor stood up and walked in thoughtful reverence while his wife looked at him expectantly. He closed his eyes and said a prayer to the Lord. Of all the places he had been, he never thought he would come back here. Memories cut through his mind with abrupt flashes, some more painful than the others. He must have had tears in his eyes because his wife nudged him lovingly and took his arm. They walked on in silence; Connor stopping every now and then to pay his respects. He still remembered that merciless day his childhood friend lay dangerously wounded on the field, asking Connor to live through the war and share the stories. Connor had lived, but not many others had survived. Especially not his best friend. Fifteen years ago this day, he had joked about living through the pain, but alas, he had closed his eyes forever before medical help could arrive. He had sacrificed everything so his country could have everything. Connor choked back his tears and plastered a strained smile across his face as he turned to leave, for he knew that his buddy truly deserved to be a warzone veteran.
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