I left his body in the dugout behind Station Park–the one that was built during the last war. My great-grandfather told me stories about it when I was younger. How they survived to fight another day by huddling together underground as the enemy trod above them. Once the coast was clear, they emerged. Guns in hand, they won the war.
My war was different. All I wanted was to be left alone, but Jay taunted me, bullied me until I couldn’t take it anymore. My cries went unanswered, so I took my great-grandfather’s advice and figured out how to survive.
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