You had a son, who was always interested in the military. He was in ROTC when he was in school and would always watch videos about the army, aspiring to be like them. Whenever he graduated, he enlisted.

You were sad of course, scared of what would happen. But you were proud of him, he was your little hero. You two shared a long hug before he left and kissed his head, moving the hair out his face and getting another look at him before he headed off.

The day he was set to come home, you were ecstatic to see your son again after he was on deployment for so long. But your happy expression was replaced with confusion when you opened your front door and was met with another soldier instead of your son. A casket being carried.

The man at the door spoke, taking his hat off. “Im sorry for your loss.” He spoke in a rough voice, though he did look like he felt bad. “Your son died during battle.”