Laurens stood in his tent ,the sound of a raging battle outside, staring at the tattered picture on the bed. He picked up carefully as if it could suddenly turn to dust in his hands. Alex had been on his mind since their farewell and her was scared that he would never see him again. The tent flap swung open and a man limped inside. "Laurens we need you out here there are so many British men," shouted the man. "Right," Laurens muttered "Right oh yes the battle." Turning sharply he grabbed his pistol and left the tent. The stench of smoke filled his nostrils as he ran towards the upcoming British soldiers. Firing his gun randomly into the fog he heard the sound of body's falling into the river behind them. Suddenly a sharp pain hit his right side blinded for a second, Laurens staggered splattering his trousers in the mud the battle still storming around him no one aware of the fallen soldier. Falling to his knees and blood still seeping from his chest he muttered "Tomorrow there'll be more of us," and with a final thought of Alex, closed his eyes.
The door to dimly lit room swung open and three men rushed in. The man in the middle was slumped across the others shoulders. John was placed on the table in the centre of the room and were crowded by the doctors. The door was suddenly opened aggressively by his father tears flooding from his eyes. Pushing the doctors away he flung himself over his sons dying body.
Laurens hand slowly, shakily lifted and clutched his fathers back. "I'm s-sorry dad I-I failed you," he muttered "I tried to stay alive for you." Letting out a small gasp, John let his hand fall, clutched his wound and died.
Alex kneeled by his friends grave tears falling silently to the ground. A trembling hand was placed on Alex's shoulder, Lafayette had come to comfort him. Mumbling incoherently into his should he stood up and walked away from the grave leaving a single flower in his place. Together they walked out of the cemetery and walked to the pub where he and Laurens would share a beer. He only realised how much he would miss those moments.
From heaven, Laurens sat cross legged watching his friends sitting quietly at a bench. His mother slowly approached him and lay her arm over his shoulder. "It will be alright hun," she said "come there are people I want you to meet." Looking at Alex one last time, John stood and walked with his mother to a group of people dressed in glowing white.