Your brother took that weapon and made it into a shield. He protected a widow and her child until his last breath left his lungs, for the love of a man he’d already lost. He stole food for them, he found them clothing and shelter when everything was rags and mud. He used his last strength to write a letter for us to take to Lady Eccleston, to get us away from the war at last. Because a man he loved would have wanted him to.”
