“Which am I?” Bruce asked, but he already guessed the answer.
Ed reached out, his papery hand wrapping around Bruce’s wrist and giving it a small but firm shake. “You didn’t leave it behind. You brought the war home with you. You need to let it go, move on, think of the future. You can’t keep coming here, listening to me and reliving those long nights of blood and death.”
Bruce wet his lips and shifted uncomfortably. The old man had a sharp eye and still possessed all his marbles despite everything he’d been though. “I didn’t bring it home.”
“Don’t lie to me, lad.”
Bruce fell silent and unable to stand Ed’s beseeching eyes, stood, and said, “I better get back to work.”
“All right, but don’t forget what I told you.”
“I won’t. You get better now.”
“You’re a good lad. I don’t want to s
