( no one here seems to have died peaceful or easy. maybe it's that he's had near acquaintance with death the whole of his life, but the ghosts born of pain an' hard ends are always different than the ones who go easy in their sleep. there's sufferin' stamped to the brow of near everyone he's met here, some crown of thorns fit to prick the skin.
war ain't touched all of them, but. it's touched enough. gene exhales, an' then of his own accord just sorta leans in against her, lettin' his head rest against hers, droppin' his shoulder in behind hers. he weren't really a tactile person before the war, but. sometimes, physical touch is the only thing what eases the soul. )
No. But I'm choosin' to have faith that my boys wouldn't'a let me die in vain.
( they would'a done their best to honour him, an' they knew enough of his character to know that would'a meant savin' mal. they'd have done it. his boys have been doin' the impossible since those machine gun nests at gela. )
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war ain't touched all of them, but. it's touched enough. gene exhales, an' then of his own accord just sorta leans in against her, lettin' his head rest against hers, droppin' his shoulder in behind hers. he weren't really a tactile person before the war, but. sometimes, physical touch is the only thing what eases the soul. )
No. But I'm choosin' to have faith that my boys wouldn't'a let me die in vain.
( they would'a done their best to honour him, an' they knew enough of his character to know that would'a meant savin' mal. they'd have done it. his boys have been doin' the impossible since those machine gun nests at gela. )