My Friend has not returned from the field
battle, sir. I request permission to go to
look for it
Permission denied - the officer repeated -.
I do not want him to risk his life for a
man who has probably died.
The soldier, without paying any attention, left. One hour
later I come back, mortally wounded,
transporting the corpse of his friend.
The officer was furious:
-I told him he was dead Tell me: I deserved
it's worth going there to bring a corpse
And the soldier, almost dying, replied:
-Of course, sir, when I found him, still
He was alive and could tell me "I'm sure you would come"
A friend is the one who hurts when everyone is gone
