It wasn't supposed to be the last one - just one of the last. But war doesn't care about "supposed to be."
Conversations with the man in the window. Between the shadows of who I was and the person who I'm becoming.
A ritual of remembrance, measured in bourbon and memories. A tribute to brothers lost, whose stories live on in the amber depths of a glass poured in their honor.
The echoes of the past don’t haunt us—they guide us. In their shadows lie lessons of resilience, courage, and the enduring light that shapes how we live today.
Finding healing through words on a page, from battlefield memories to poetic reflection. A raw and honest journey through war stories, personal poems, and the therapeutic power of putting pen to paper.
