Alone

He sat alone in the singletary chair placed in the corner of his living room. His face gloomy in the shadows. In his hand is a glass of whiskey on the rocks, shaking slightly with the ever slight movements of the hand. Memories flash over and over as if by toreture in his mind. Never forgetting the blood stained patterns placed on his best friends face, his brother infact. Steel that had pierced his shoulder gushing blood in streams, the white of the brothers eyes shaking and fading father into the abise of darkness. He will never forget what it felt like, but he will always love him. For he was found the moment he was truly in pain and lost, while being held tightly in his fellow brother Marines arms. His last comfert were the words "you will never be forgotten, I will tell your story to the world" To be continued.