A first glance full of unease and mistrust.
Dropped in a world where one lives alone and dies alone.
A world where one depending on others is signing their death certificate.
I was placed in groups of four as the war broke across the world.
“trust is earned… ” that is indeed a true statement.
In a war where death is assured yet no choice but to engage, time seems to fly ever so without a trace
We grew together without realizing it.
We would come to each other’s aid when we saw fit.
And fought each other when one was wrong.
A day long lost to the sound of bullets and explosives, a sacrifice made for the sake of his friends,
The one time we showed emotions to each other
Upon Baileth’s last breaths, in the cover of rables,
As we lay on the ground firing back at the enemy as they sullied forward and clearly at an advantage with numbers.
He said ” of all the days in my mudded years, am going to laugh at this moment the most,”
Puzzled by his comment we let him rant some more as we continued to fight back.
“Aahh… Its been fun this here journey with you, you’re all my brothers, I couldn’t ask for more.
You’ll hate me for this but this is here is my thanks for the good times we have had. I’ll be seeing you at the end.”
With that, before we could stop the guy, he rose and sprinted away from us drawing the fire with him.
Helpless we saw him take those shots but didn’t flatter, kept running,
I tried to run after him but strong hands grabbed me and dragged me away.
At the very last moment he turned as he fell showing visibly that he was smiling.
Hmmm that guy forever engraved in my heart that memory of him, even in death he smiled in front of his brothers so as they don’t wory or blame themselves.
We may be far from each other but I will be forever grateful as they taught me a great deal, they are not only my friends but my brothers to the very end, and he, Baileth, my hero.