Aug 23, 2016
@corpsebrigadecommander
This morning, Wiegraf would awaken blind, and with a strange warmth covering his body.
In his slumber, someone had thrown a new blanket on top of him, covering him from head to toe. It was a large, lovely crocheted piece, carefully woven in an ornate pattern of green, brown and tan- the Brigade’s colors.
The moment the wayward warrior collected himself to his feet, he’d be met by something else familiar- one of his sister’s patented tackle-hugs. How long must she have been waiting there to ambush him?
“Happy birthday, brother. How wonderful it is that we get to share another one together.”
