A single moment is all it takes to change a man's life; Louis Harvey found that out the hard way. He had a decent life, as far as he could remember. That is, before the United States joined the second world war.

December 8th, 1941 was the date in which America officially declared war on the Axis Powers. It was a blur to him, but he remembered being one of the many men to be drafted into the U.S. Army. He, just being eighteen at the time, figured that this was the right decision. It was wise to fight for his country, right?

His days of training and being on the battlefield are a blur to him, but he remembers the will he had to survive. The will to keep pushing until the war was finally over so he could be with his family. He'd always keep the ones he loved most in the back of his mind.

The day was June 6th, 1944. Omaha Beach. He sat in a boat with many other soldiers, young and old, some becoming seasick as the boat rocked back and forth. The young man swallowed his uneasiness as his commander barked orders to him and the other men. The men didn't even have time to get out before waves of bullets came for them.

The remainder of the men jumped out of the boat, all of them feeling the weight of their gear sinking their bodies. Louis managed to reach the surface, making his way toward the beach as bullets and bombs showered the area, killing many and leaving few uninjured.

He had barely reached the shore before hearing a bomb near him; it wasn't close enough to hurt him, but he couldn't hear a thing. He watched the horrors before him: fire, landmines, blood, limbs torn from other soldiers. His commander was giving orders comrade was screaming at him to get moving. They were suddenly advancing onto the beach.

Even being used to them, the sight of mangled, bloody bodies still made Louis cringe. Their cries of pain rang in his ears, and it made him want to crawl into a hole and bawl. However, he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't help them. They would be lucky if they lived.

He dropped to the ground as another bomb was struck, taking cover behind some of the bodies that were thrown about. Fear raced through him. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand. He thought about his family again. His parents, his brothers, his girlfriend. He began to advance again.

He looked over at his comrade, who was focused on advancing to the wall and almost dragging another injured soldier. He got down as more bullets came down on them. Louis crawled over, trying to help him when he saw something. Standing up, he quickly shoved the two men as far as he could.

Then it hit him; the bomb that he had only seen almost a split second before it detonated.

His body was sprawled out into the sand, blood from his now missing right leg and bullet-filled body leaking out. He didn't know what other parts of him where either still on his body or thrown out onto the beach. He only felt pain, as his vision started to become hazy. He saw shadows come towards him, seemingly trying to stop the blood to no avail.

He could faintly see his comrade by him, tears running down his cheeks. He could barely read his lips, pleading with him to keep his eyes open, and that he was going to make it. Though, Louis knew better; he knew he was going to die, and was willing to accept death with open arms.. Louis saw his life flash before him, before everything went black.

When he had awoken, he hadn't been sure of what to do. Was he really dead? Had he just blacked out? The moon shone brightly in the seemingly pitch black night, seeming to make a path to somewhere. Louis looked around; he was still in Omaha. Where were the others?

He looked to the path again. Maybe this path would lead him somewhere significant. He pulled himself up on one of the many markers on the beach, and began to hop down the path on one leg.

It had been morning before Louis realized where he was. Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia. He looked around in confusion, before he saw familiar faces. He hobbled over, about to say something to one of the women.

He hadn't even produce any words before he felt the woman go through him. With hesitation, he turned around to the many graves now being occupied. He felt his heart sink when he saw his name on one of the stones, and stared at the closed casket.

Louis stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity, before letting out a cry of mixed emotions as he fell, not having the strength to stand on one leg alone anymore. Tears streamed down his face. He felt so many things then: anguish, rage, helplessness. Why did he have to suffer the rest of his afterlife like this? Why was he brought back?

Louis's gaze fell upon a nearby object beside him: a tall, skinny branch from the tree above him. he reached for it, using it and the strength he had to pull himself up. Once getting used to it, he began to hobble away from the cemetery.

The Moon had told him that he was a spirit of water, but Louis hadn't the slightest idea as to how to try to do anything. It was then he realized something: it was raining; his emotions had distracted him from what was happening around him. As time passed, the rain calmed as he did. Both he and the Moon knew that it would take time for him to control this new 'gift' of his. However, one thought stuck with Louis: if this were his fate in the Afterlife, then so be it.