The end of a sorry life

As the leaves on the trees dried out and fell off, as the air chilled and the stars shined. The retired General watched the seasons change for years. He sat in his chair smoking his cigarettes and drinking his coffee he would think of his past. He would think back to the times when he was a soldier, charging, killing, capturing and executing his objectives. He remembered climbing the ranks from a soldier to a general responsible for thousands. He couldn't remember a night where he didnt wake up gasping for air, awoken from the screams of his ghosts, the allies who died, the enemies he slayed, he knew what awaited him after his death, at least he thought so. His name was known throughout the world, a recipient of the medal of honor and many more, but he didnt value his "honor", he thought to himself "why?", why was he the one who made it home. He sat gazing at the night sky wishing he could bring his brothers back to their families, to their lovers, their friends. As he knew no such thing would happen.

As the years passed and his health deteriorated, he was bedridden, no one lives forever and he knew this, as his time in this world was coming to an end he had no one, no family, no friends, just the memories of his comrades, his fallen brothers. He thought to himself "I am on my way, i hope to see you again", as he laid on his death bed he could feel the end coming and he felt the memories of his past coming to an end and his eyes closed and his breathing quit.