"The Oak Tree"

"The Oak Tree" He counted twenty paces, from the oak tree to the road. That would be the landmark, where his brother lay dead cold. He'd left him in a shallow grave, beneath the huge oak tree, that was the best that he could do, while his tears ran free. His regiment was leaving, he couldn't stay and mourn. It was an awful feeling, his emotions ripped and torn. When this war was over, he would try to return. To be his brother's keeper, was always his concern. It was aptly called the "Brothers War", because so many were, they had signed up as a family, and the army put them there. The battlefield would take it's toll, and split this brotherhood. A tragic price to pay indeed, but a fact they understood.