***CONRY***

Sleep refused to find me that night. I lay in bed staring into nothing, listening to the distant voices of the night wind brushing against the trees. My mind was heavy as a stone and it wandered endlessly to the border, the faces of the men who died unjustly haunted me everytime I tried closing my eyes.

I turned to my side, trying to get a little comfortable from the hurting, but the weight in my chest only grew heavier. The moonlight leaked through the opening in the curtains, ...