A is for America who drowned in a pool.
Alfred gasped for air, which there was none around him at the second seeing as he was engulfed by water. He was drowning. Drowning. And all he could do was thrash around until the air left him completely and his life gave way. Which had to be sometime soon.
One Minute.
Two.
Three.
He counted silently, still flailing in vain. Why should he have bothered anyway, Alfred knew his impending death was catching up.
It was quite humorous really, that after all he had been through, all the death he'd witnessed in war - which he went to because he was the hero - that the end of him would not come from war, but drowning in the depths of water.
Four.
Alfred took an involuntary breath, sucking in only water. He had begun to feel dizzy, and his vision blurred more then it had been under the water. He silently counted his blessings, seeing as he wouldn't make it out.
Five.
Finally, Alfred let out one last gasp and consciousness left him. He floated in the water, looking lifeless, his pulse but a mere whisper thanks to the lack of oxygen.
Six.
Seven.
His heart gave one last, weak pulse, and stopped beating all together. Alfred had won many fights during war, but this one - a vital one - had to be the one he lost.
Eight.