Nothing could prepare you for losing your brother, and your best friend. He died bravely protecting the country, but it yet to be known whether it’s a sacrifice in vain. His dreams and ambition are what propelled him, and it was bound to come to an end.

Your father took his death the hardest. Being his superior, he pushed his boy to the limit. He was so proud of what he was becoming, hid behind a shield of tough love and sternness. Now his boy was crossing the rainbow bridge, and he wasn’t ready.

Edward stood at the front of the procession, his head hung low. He sat directly in front everything. His medals gleaming in the morning sun. He stood at ease, his gloved hands trembling from clenching so hard.