With my demise once again so close, my only thought was and would be her. I wished we had a different life together, a less brutal and violent one. Where our days weren’t filled with nothing but battle and thoughts of survival. Instead, I wanted peace, family, adventures, and thoughts of us. I’d wanted so badly to win this war so that I could give that life to her. I would have sweated, bled, and fought for it. Perhaps if we could not have it here, we would have it in another life. I had no doubt that I would find her again.
