Memoriam
The lantern was small and newly made for this occasion. Small vents near the bottom let out wisps of grey smoke to keep the flame inside alight and burning. It was a lovely little thing and would serve it’s use well. It was all Cenne could do for the dead tonight. There was no time for a proper burial. No time for a eulogy and no time to even find the body of this weeks fallen soldier. Yet another lost name to mark off the list and hold vigil for the night and the night alone. Tomorrow it would return to normal. As normal as one could call this hell.Cenne is no soldier and has no plans of ever becoming one but his job is no less important than any other. Someone has to remember and mourn the fallen and he’ll take the mantle a hundred more times if he must. The dead deserve that much.
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Cenne use to be a chaplain. The role of a chaplain was to act as a spiritual and religious practitioner who gives support and compassion to the many faces in the soldiers barracks. Though his time on the forces is long passed, he still can’t let go of some old habits. Picture above is one of the last lanterns he lit before leaving the life he knew.
