Pieces

I listened to someone telling him that his buddy didn't make it. I looked at the the second's face, flat affect, after having watched three of his buddies blown up right in front of his own eyes, one of them now dead. You could see him replaying the movie over and over in his head trying to make sense of it. I sat on the bed of the third, watching him shuffle cards over and over again and taught him a game my mom taught me when I was little. He liked it.