A lot had actually happened in the two days after the battle. And yet... I never found myself completely immersed in it, it felt as if it had all happened in a matter of seconds.
Every moment, every second, the image of Gurdas was in my mind. The glow in his eyes that faded every second, the huge burn on his chest, the way he just smiled in his last moments without saying anything...
Maybe he just smiled at me at that moment, but he also said a lot of things to me with that smile.
He thanked me, he was worried about me, he was sad… but... he was also a little relieved that he was finally dying.
In the army, he was always smiling, maybe one of the most cheerful soldiers. At the same time, I was among those who knew that he didn't want to be here.
