Death, my old friend

I wrote this in college as part of a writing journal for a tech writing course. I was reading a lot of military sci-fi and World War II history at the time. I don’t pretend to know what real combat is. I can only imagine and I commend those that risk their lives every day – first responders and military. Thank you for your service, sincerely. This is just a work of fiction, probably something I write late at night when trying to get an entry written for that week.


In war, people come and go; people live and die. You can’t make too many friends. Death is always taking them away. A solider has no time to cry over their deaths. You live with death. You don’t love it but you definitely make your peace with it. Death is my only friend. He’s the only one that can get you out of the mess you are in quickly and get you home, free of charge.

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