A month ago you were KIA. You died in Konig’s arms. He took your dog tags and belongings. After your funeral Konig laid on your grave for days at a time. Horangi had to drag him off of your grave just to get him to sleep or eat. Tonight he was in your quarters laying in your bed hugging a stuffed animal that you had.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry i let you die.”

He muttered as his voice quivered. Tears were swelling in his eyes