“Greg was a great man,” he told her, “he saved my life even though I didn’t deserve it; I would take his place if I could.” She looked up at him, eyes full of sorrow, only capable of tears.
“Greg was staring at this for an hour before we left on that patrol,” he said, pulling a picture frame out of his pocket. She recognized it from their family vacation, a souvenir from a museum gift shop.
She loved them both before they deployed, her husband never knew. She had prayed he would never find out but this is not what she had in mind.
This is my entry into Friday Fictioneers