Accidents are strange occurrences. Like snowflakes, no two are ever alike. They are beauty and mystery wrapped up in a coincidence. The story of this one starts on a sunny Easter morning.

The light streamed into the barracks, rousing him from a restless sleep. The images of a crucifixion were fresh in his mind, making peace an illusive condition. The violence and hate amalgamated with those actions were far to similar to what he saw in Afghanistan. Thankfully he had the day off today.

The sergeant rushed in, yelling to get up. He needed to be mission ready. Apparently, something suspicious was observed. The brass wanted everyone out on patrol. So much for a peaceful day.

His buddy, a corporal who he had been through high school with, had been injured the day before. They needed someone else in his LAV .

He prayed for peace as he took the LAV out of the base.
God have mercy on our, and their souls.

Why did he turn left, when he was ordered right?

No one knows where his shoes ended up.