A black car pulled up in front of her twin brothers house and everything was quiet. A mon got out carrying her belongings including some medals she had gotten during her time in the war. This is the time that he hated telling family and loved ones that their family had died over seas and their bodies would be arriving in a few weeks. Sighing he slammed the car door shut and careful held onto the belongings in his arms. Walking up the short pathway to the door he lifted his hand and rang the door bell it echoed throughout the house and he could hear it. Weird he thought to himself, it was a loud doorbell he stood at attention moments later when he heard someone walking towards the door. Taking a deep breath he waited until the door would open to explain why he was standing there in uniform.