Author's Note:

I'm really sorry for the delay. During the last few weeks of school I got busy. Between preparing for finals and exams, and focusing on state contest I didn't have time. My team placed fifth on the state level. It's summer time now, still busy but I'm still wanting to finish what I started. So bare with me, we'll get through this.

Here's a preview into the next chapter of the story. Told from Pony's point of view and the next chapter will be more detailed about what goes on in this preview.

Sometimes I can't explain why bad things happen to good people. The question has been asked since the beginning of time. But I remember as I watched my brothers, the tension and the tears. I grew to understand the answer to that age old question.

Situations are sometimes beyond our control. But the truth is, you can't let adversity to define you. There is nothing my older brother could do to change the outcome of going to war. He couldn't know how it would effect all of us. He couldn't predict the circumstances he would face.

Just like Soda couldn't change that Darry went in his place. The only part of the situation they have control over is how to start over. The two had to find a common ground, an understanding. I remember giving the two men space. Jenny went to grab some lunch while I stood outside the room.

I overheard the two men speaking and I wouldn't forget what came next. The words said , the understanding found and the forgiveness. Dad always said ,"you can't leave an argument angry. Since tomorrow is not a given. You must not be angry with your brother as the two part. For tomorrow something may separate you. The last memory of your brother cannot be one of anger or hate."

There is no greater bond then one between brothers. Especially between brothers that have given their everything for each other. I watched as Soda sat next to Darry, the look in their eyes. For a moment, the two men embraced.

A hug between brothers showing every emotion shared. No words needed to be said. The simply human touch said it all. "I' so sorry, brother." "I forgive you, brother." "I could not hate you, brother."

And Soda was the first to speak, "I'm so sorry, Darry. I allowed myself to get caught up in something that no longer matters. What matters is you are alive and going home to your family."

Darry spoke next,, "Words said in angry are to be forgotten. They leave a nasty taste in your mouth and the mind isn't thinking. The words that matter are of love and forgiveness And I forgive you, as well as admit my faults."

The two sat there, spoke of the war, home and of friends. Previous feelings were forgotten, all that mattered was here and now. Smiles were exchanged and laughter shared, just two brothers reunited. I watched from outside the room and I can only imagine what must have been said.

Soda shared stories of the two babies back home waiting to meet their father. Terri Beth and Todd were just four months old. Darry had a look of love as he looked at the many photos Soda had taken. Soda scrapped some money together to purchase the expensive camera.

He wanted the show the development and change of the babies. It was important to him to capture important and rare moment of the twins' lives. It was worth the effort to see the smile plastered to Darry's face.

I sat with a pad and pen writing, capturing the moment shared between my brothers. I sketched the drawing and wrote the words to pair it with. I knew that writing is a way to capture rare moments just like photographs. But with words one can lose themselves in a world only a dream away.

TBC...