Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori

Just a short little one-shot I came up with,

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The war was over.

Nothing hurt more than those few words.

The war was over.

Nothing was the same.

The war was over.

He looked over the pile of 'work' he was forced to do.

The war was over.

He was lost.

The war was over.

He heard a whisper in his mind that was not his.

The war was over.

"…Mother?"

The war begins anew.