The uniform hung loosely over his shoulders as a quiet statement of how much of himself he had lost. He could no longer turn a corner without seeing sightless eyes staring back him. His hands were covered in the blood of people he didn't even know, and no amount of scrubbing would wash it away. He would lay awake at night, with her sleeping peacefully next to him, and wait for the orders that would never come.
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
