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The day wears on. The blood flows. I lift my gaze across the battlefield and see, as if in a vision, the fallen arrayed before me all in a row, beloved comrades and faceless soldiers I never knew. Even from this distance, even from those without expressions, I feel their staring accusation.
"Why could you not save me?" That's what they want to know. "Why did you let me die?"
"Why could you not save me?" That's what they want to know. "Why did you let me die?"
