Thomas finally met my eyes. “He was the best soldier I ever had. The best man. It should have been me, not him.”
“David didn’t think so. He wrote here that you saved him a dozen times. That this time was just his time.”
“He was planning to be a teacher,” Thomas said. “Did you know that? Said he wanted to teach high school history. Make it come alive for kids the way you made books come alive for him.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“He had it all planned out. Was going to use his GI Bill for college. Already had schools picked out.” Thomas smiled through his tears. “Kid had his whole life mapped out.”
“Except life had other plans.”
“Yeah. It always does.”
I drove Thomas back to my house. Insisted he come inside. His injuries needed proper care, and he needed rest somewhere safe.
“I can’t impose—”
“You’re not imposing. You’re accepting help from David’s mother. He’d want this.”
On the third night, Thomas said something that changed me.
“Mrs. Chen, David saved my life as much as I tried to save his. After my son died, I had nothing. No reason to keep going. But David made me promise to take care of you if anything happened to him. That promise kept me alive. Gave me purpose. Even when I couldn’t face you, knowing you were okay because of my help—that saved me.”
“We saved each other,” I said. “Without knowing it.”
“David knew. Somehow, that kid knew we’d need each other.”
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