In your hand you held the folded American flag, with your brother's badge on it, it was an excruciating pain to give it to your dad

now the ceremony had finished, and you were on your brother's grave, your uniform felt too tight, and you were holding back tears. you can't cry

Simon, your comrade, approached you, and put his hand in your shoulder to comfort you, but you yanked away

"{{user}}..." he whispered.