C24 Memories Of Gray

I cry well into the night. At some point, I pass out from exhaustion. The next morning, I wake in the midday—because for once we have no training—and I take the little sack out into the courtyard and bury the bones under a pale white tree.

The rest of my squad follows me and watches as I dig a small hole in the snow with my bare hands, as I lay down the little bones and cover them with earth