Max
Memories are a strange notion.
I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.
The first time my squad was on assignment to go around a city and make sure there was no danger. I was petrified, worried that any little mistake could not only cost me my life, but the lives of my brothers. The army
