[ WP ] Walk me through a soldier 's last day alive .

The smile on her face is the one thing that keeps me away from it. 3 tours and a lust for battle, that's what was left of me until she was born. She looks so happy, so innocent, as if the world does n't want her to know the truth behind her father. 
 
 The neon lights lit up the night as we walked through the park. Christmas, this was the brightest season of the year. She walked by my side, ice cream in her left hand and her gaze fixated on the colorful lights that were strung across the trees. We enjoyed this. The time we had together. Every second week I got to spend time with her. I would always take her to get some pizza, then some ice cream and after that we would spend the rest of the night at our favorite shawarma place. We would talk and talk and talk about how she was doing in school, the teachers she liked, and what she was up to at home. 
 
 As we were walking towards our favorite shawarma place I noticed a shady figure walking among the crowd. I pulled her close to me and she looked up and smiled. The man looked up and I recognized him. By god it was him, Johnny. I could have sworn he died in that bombing. I started walking faster pulling her along as she started asking what was wrong. He just stared right back at me with a grim look on his face. `` You left me to die.'' I saw him pull out a gun I quickly put myself in front of her as he started firing but it was too late. I looked down at her as she hugged my side, scared and wounded. She fell to her knees and onto her back. I looked up screaming with rage but he was n't there. She started crying. I looked down at her and I saw her wound. `` Daddy it hurts! It hurts! Please make it stop!!'' She yelled in agony. Her face was bathed in tears. I put my hands on her wound to cover it up. `` It's ok baby, it's gon na be... o... k.'' I said as her expression slowly turned blank. 
 
 `` Sara? Wake up.'' I shook her. `` Come one.'' I said my voice cracking. `` W-wake up.'' I kept on repeating that. Suddenly all of the agony and sadness went away. I felt nothing. It was disgusting. I was staring down at my daughters dead body and I felt nothing. My reason to have emotion was gone, my reason to feel and love was gone, taken away by a dead man. 
 
 At some point in their lives people die but are not buried until decades after their death. I await my burial.
