I did what she told me to do. I stayed way. She'd said that she didn't want her little boy to have to go to a cemitary in virginia just to say hi to daddy.
She left a message while I was out in combat. She had called while I held my dying best friend. My son had been born two months earlier and she was proud of the him. But she was afraid, afraid that I might not call her back, that all she'd have left was that kid and a letter in the mail. She couldn't raise her son with a dead man.
I hated her for it, but I understood. I'd seen good men die, an I knew that at any moment I'd join them in heaven.
But I couldn't not be there.
I was given l