The Onus of Man. Damian Bouch

Marine corps experience hardly entertains a pernicious thought. When they start to play with the idea that they don’t have to fret about their long-lost sister anymore, they’ll feel guilty for feeling good about it! Oh dear…” Brody sighed with an exasperated smirk, “Maybe they all would have been better off had she just died anonymously, somewhere that’s very far away.”

       Shortly afterward, the minister began to perform his duty for the deceased. Brody rolled his eyes, but remained seated for the service.

       This was six years ago.