Geist Barbed Wire

I saw her while we were rummaging through the aftermath. It was hard to recognize her from the grisly scene, but... something told me it was her, even before I checked her dogtags. My best friend in the world, ever since we were kids. When we were conscripted at the same time, into the same unit, it felt like destiny. And now here she was, lying in a pool of half-dried blood on the ground, nothing more than a corpse. ...I always saw her as the sister I never had. We looked so alike at times, people called us twins or even switched up our names in school. But despite our superficial similarities, she was always better than me at anything we did - and she did anything I did. People liked her more than me - she had some sort of natural charisma and talent that I didn't seem to have. A lot of people would cry at her death. Nobody would cry at mine. ...I reached for her dogtags. Sometimes... I still hear her voice in the dark when the lamps are out.