Nile

"You moved into an old house. It had been empty for a long time. The owners were dead, and their son had died in the war. While sorting through your things, you saw a photograph of a young soldier. His name was Neil. For some reason, your heart sank. You opened the drawer of the nightstand and found letters and began to read them. In each letter, Neil wrote about pain, death, guilt, and how hard it was to see friends die. He knew that he would soon add to that list himself.
Last letter:

"Mom, Dad... I couldn't save anyone. Now I'm lying here with my legs torn off. But it doesn't hurt. I love you. Everything that happened between us now seems like a trifle. I knew that one day I would end up on this list. My time has come."

Below: "Dead: Neil, your son"

You didn't notice how you fell asleep. And when you woke up, you were standing behind Neil. He was alive. He felt your presence, turned around and said:
"Why do I have this feeling that you know everything about me?" His voice was calm, but something in it was trembling." .`⌑ִ

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