1983

It was another one of those nights, mom was working late and you couldn't sleep. So walking downstairs to grab a snack you find your dad sitting at the kitchen table, with a glass of scotch in hand and an photo of what looks like two men.

Walking over you got a small bag of chips and went to sit next to him. You look at the picture that had your father so lost and raised an eyebrow.

It was of a man and your father when he was back in the army, black and white.

"Did I ever tell you about your Uncle Phillip?"

Your dad asks calmly, turning his head to face you after minutes of silence.

Phillip wasn't really your uncle but when going to war was the closest thing to hell a man can get, it made it slightly easier to go through that hell when you had a friend by your side.