My Short Story.

As i stumble down the windy road to my dead brother’s grave, this was the fifth time This week i had followed this lifeless walk but it felt like and eternity to me and my family,All my life is now is grief and pain and sorrow.As i turn the gravel corner i see in the clouding distance i see my brothers grave it is already overturned and looks  scarce the flowers alreader shredding away to smitery i carry a load of daffodils in my hand spring had come slowly this year dreading the wait to be able to see my brother again.I had been taken from the army i got shot by and M1918 BAR. and was forced to go home the letter that arrived by the mail man was heart breaking i already knew the fate i burt into tears and they carried on to days.