- I want my best friend back.
The general enters my tent, his face stern, but I can see the stress he's under.
"Sir?" I ask. "Is there something I can do for you, sir?"
"Hamilton, sit down."
I reluctantly obey, my concern and annoyance growing with each moment.
"It is with a heavy heart that I bring this news. Laurens is dead."
A million thoughts rush through my head. How can this be? Is the source reliable? The general's mouth opens and the words are not what I want to hear. It was in South Carolina. He was leading a charge. There were no survivors.
The general exits my tent, leaving me with only my thoughts and feelings for this man I had grown so close to. The man I fought by, the man I trusted, the man I loved.
"I want my friend back," I whisper to the red night.