Remember Me Henry...

I'm dying. I can feel the life slipping away from my body. Still, I feel the need to write my last thoughts in this blog site in this convenient laptop located inches away from me. As I was saying, the battlefield is a gruesome site. There are bodies everywhere. Puddles are now replaced with what seem like bloody ponds. Ah, I'm slipping away....I wonder, who will visit me in heaven? Have I done a fair enough job as a soldier? Will King Henry still claim me a "brother" although I have fallen?

-Random Soldier: Jackson Harlow