"Hello?" he said."Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Paul. I believe you served in the Army with my older brother, Trevor?""Oh, God," he said softly. "I am so sorry—""Please don't," I said, cutting him off. "Duane? Nobody blames you for that. That's not really why I'm calling, though. Listen, I...I nearly died a week ago. It got me thinking about all the things I meant to do with my life, and hadn't done. Trevor had mentioned you, years ago. I knew you were in his unit, and I knew he thought of you as a brother. I always meant to reach out to you, but I never did it. That was why I called your aunt and asked for your number.""Oh, God, are you okay?" he asked."I'm getting better," I replied. "I was hoping you could visit with us—me, my mom and my sister. It always felt like we should have invited you to be with us after my brother died. I get the feeling he would have brought you home with him, from the way he talked. Your Aunt Marisol said you weren't going to visit with th
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