I could hear them talking in whispers behind my back.
No one had ever had the courage nor the courtesy to say ANYTHING to my face.
MY only friends, my brothers in blood and war, were now gone to God's grace.
Their deaths and my care for them had followed me and only contributed to the whispers!
Others would have slaughtered them and called it a MERCY-KILL! That I could not and would not allow. Nor could I allow suicide to damn . . .
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