I still remember when he was alive. The times when we used to fight and play together. When our parents used to scold us for fighting and getting into fights. The good old time. I won't forget. (It's fictional so I don't know anything about war so don't hate me or anything and if you want anything changed as it might be sensitive I will try my best to change it but I hope that you will like it and I will put it as mature but I am still 16 so if you want to then you can read it)