Morgan Hudson

Winston

It was twenty years ago, today, that I lost my good friend, Winston. It was such a dreadful way to die, but he died a hero. Our friendship was brief, but I often reminisce about the times we had. Not everyone is blessed to have such a friendship as I did. Let me take you back to those days and introduce you to my long, lost friend and the fateful events that were the cause of his demise. It is 1943, and I am living at a boarding school in Australia.