A Life for a Life
My wife was in the hospital bed right next to me. I had gone away to war, expected to die, and she was to come home with a new bundle of life. Except, the opposite had happened. Most babies cry when they come out of the womb. But Avery had taken all of the tears away from our son’s short-lived journey into this world of pain and suffering. Maybe life wasn’t all that golden as it was made to be. Maybe He was nothing more than a dictator. I would have done anything to go back to the battlefield.
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