Short Scout drabble I though of, nothing more to it. Don't own TF2, etc.
First Bobby, then Hank, now it's Ricky. I don't think Ma can take much more. I never understood why she would chase me down the street as I ran to the Recruiter's office, but I think I'm starting to get it. It took just one last time, one last occasion of taking those feelings and stuffing them down where I can't feel them, down deep where I could forget about them. But you know what? You never forget. You never forget the look on your own Ma's face when she opens that door to look at a man in uniform, not her son, with that "I'm sorry " look deep in their eyes, and a questioning "Mrs. Arico? " on their lips, making sure they had the right mother to give that folded flag to. You never forget trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your home when that sunny Tuesday turns to one of the darkest days of your Ma's life.
It's hard to forget when your own brothers start disappearing. Turning into coffins and headstones before your eyes. I can't remember crying about it, but, it sure did hurt. As much hell as they gave me, seeing those boxes laid down in the dirt, just breaks something in me.
Makes you wonder why I'm here then huh? I'm here cause my Ma needs me to be. I can't die here. I can't become one more coffin, one more headstone. That's why I gave up trying to get into those offices, I can't do that to Ma. Cause she'd never forget.