ERIK
I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling disoriented. Where the f**k am I? I take a look around, and I realize that I am in a hostel.
That is right. I've decided to come to Mooresville, Alabama, and I've been living with the Wilson family in their hostel for a couple of days now. I am not in Pakistan.
My whole body is covered with sweat, and I suddenly remember why: I just had a dream about Alan and the other soldiers. Out of all the soldiers I had worked with, I was closest to Alan. So, maybe that is the reason why he visited my dreams.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. Alan showed me a picture of his brother, saying that they were all each other had. He was so determined to go home to his sick little brother, but unfortunately, he was killed in action.
I wonder wh
