"You see a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel. I don't."
There was no light at the end of the tunnel for men like him. After all that he’d seen, he wasn't even sure that God existed anymore, but if there was a hell, he’d be welcomed inside with open arms and a warm smile. He did, however, believe in angels. He left one behind every day when he went off to risk his life in some godforsaken battleground. If there was such a thing as a light at the end of the tunnel, he made a life out of turning his back on it, because it was so bright and magnificent it threatened to blind his unworthy eyes. That’s why he worked himself to the bone, why he bit the bullet every day and threw himself into hell’s open mouth. So that her light could stay on, so that when his time came, he could leave this world knowing that she would be okay, that she would be better than him.
“Do I see it? No, but what good am I if I turn my back on her? What kind of man could abandon the only hope he’s got to give his kid any kind of life? That ain’t the kinda man I wanna be.”












