Something worth dying for
Remus's life had been shaped by wars. His youth was spent hearing about Muggle wars both before his time and during his childhood. His school years had been spent fighting one magical war. After school he had had to deal with the repercussions of that war with no one to lean on. And soon came the second war, the war that he could feel in his heart would be his last.
That was why he stood before a memorial now. It was for a war hundreds of year before his time, but that was what was comforting. He knew there had always been wars and probably would be. But that was good, ironically enough. As long as there was still good in the world there would be something worth fighting for, something worth dying for. And if he died in this war to give someone a chance to be free…