*Please tell me if I'm doing this write. >~<* He looked before him, Spain's voice ringing in his head. /"A soldier does as told, willingly, and knowing they might die."/ It didn't help him though. There lay the body of a young boy, maybe only 19 years old. He was wearing an American uniform, but.... /He was too young to die./ Romano knelt down, biting his lip, trying desperately not to cry, though failing. He closed the boy's eyes, as gently as one would touch an infant. /To protect my brother, and my people.../ Gunshots still rang out. "But do so many have to die?"
New!A!anon writing minifill on phone.
He looked before him, Spain's voice ringing in his head. /"A soldier does as told, willingly, and knowing they might die."/ It didn't help him though. There lay the body of a young boy, maybe only 19 years old. He was wearing an American uniform, but.... /He was too young to die./ Romano knelt down, biting his lip, trying desperately not to cry, though failing. He closed the boy's eyes, as gently as one would touch an infant. /To protect my brother, and my people.../ Gunshots still rang out.
"But do so many have to die?"