I leave my crutches in the car and step out into the warm summer air. I straighten my uniform and hold my head, in honor. I ascend the steps to the home you shared with Artie. Your face drops upon seeing me and you collapse to floor sobbing and cradling your swollen belly. I kneel next to you, and pull you into a hug. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..l...I couldn't save him. I whisper as I hold you. The telegram informing you of Arties' death floats to the floor... unread.
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