Remembering The Fallenby
3DsArcherComment by K3Master: He stood there, trying hard to remain proud, and strong, but an unexpected memory had broken through his barriers. It had come creeping in from the depths of his soul, where long he had buried it, thinking it so deep that it could never surface.
Yet surface it did, and caused him to sag in his proud stance, and he grabbed for the stock of his rifle to try and steady himself, for his mind swooned and threatened to topple him, and his eyes dropped to the ground and tears welled up uncalled for.
In his mind the cries and screams of the one that he had failed. The haunting memory of the sounds of gun-fire and dying and a sense of helplessness that threatened to tear him apart. The memory of the day that he could not reach the only man that he had ever truly called friend. The memory and guilt of that day that suddenly washed over him.
Yet even as his strength faltered, something deep inside kept him standing, and even as the tears ran down his face, he somehow found it within him to steady himself, to look back up, to stand straight and true.
It was his duty. It was his call. It was why he was here, and he would honor those that were lost, even if that loss had broken his very soul.
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