"This is the list of the fallen. Leading the 442nd Regiment in the aggressive assault on drug traffickers was Edson Alvarez, born in Tlalnepantla, Mexico. His parents were burned to death by the drug trafficker 'Aviles,' and his brother, who was a local police officer, was also killed by drug traffickers during a US-Mexico patrol two years ago..."
Upon getting into the car, Kennedy handed over a thick file. As Victor opened it, Alvarez's ID photo was revealed. His face looked clean, but perhaps it was the sadness from his childhood that made his eyes appear more determined than those of his peers.
"And the other direct relatives?"
Kennedy shook his head, "They're all dead."
Victor sighed. In a place like Mexico, without basic life security, ordinary people simply didn't have the right to choose death.
Orphans, widows, everywhere you looked.
