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3rd Person P.O.V
The older looking military troop spoke up and said, "We are very sorry your brother First Lieutenant Ponyboy Curtis was killed in action yesterday morning by a bullet wound in the head."
That was all it took to get Darrel Shayne Curtis Jr. to break. Sodapop looked lost and depressed and just broke down into tears when he figured out he won't see his little brother again. He won't be in his bed anymore. He won't bring his report card to him and Darry to see our proud faces. He won't have a future and get out of Tulsa like he was supposed to. He wasn't going to open his green-grey orbs of color they call eyes again.
Then Sodapop got angry that his brother was gone and shouted at the troops saying, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF HE WASN'T DRAFTED HE WOULDN'T BE DEAD!" the troops looked stunned but the one who spoke earlier replied calmly saying, "We are very sorry sir. This wasn't supposed to happen, but that's war for you. We must leave now. Sorry again for your loss."
They left just like that. They left the gang to sob and weep over their youngest gang member.
A/N: thank you guys for being such amazing reviewers! I always thought this story was going to go nowhere. But now I have 15 chapters! So I want to thank all of you for pushing me on when I had oubt on this story! I will hope to make a sequel and for you guys to see! Thanks again! Bye!
~Mk aka sugarcrazed