The mission hadn’t gone well, in fact, it had gone so terribly he was overwhelmed with a sickening guilt.

That constant question of; why did I survive?

As Robert walked through the British Base he had noted a familiar individual in the distance and he approached them with a tenderness, seeking some sort of support.

The cut on his forehead was small but noticeable but his lethargic movements were the most evident despite his attempts to remain strong. The war hardened him but not really.