Gallaway nursed dreams of a perfect world. Little did he know it would be by his blood.

When the war began, many of his age went off to war. His mother had only him, so, she insisted that he stayed. Gallaway couldn't, not even with his fiancee's plea.

“ A man has got to do what a man should. I will have my children know their father didn't cow at the sound of guns or the blast of bombs. I will have them know I sought to make the world better.”

And with that he went off to war in the company of his best friend.

One year later, the war ended. And soldiers marched home like a revived soul, who had walked the jaw of death.

This time, Gallaway wasn't marching with the others. He was on the pier, burnt beyond recognition. 

" It wasn't the war. He survived it. The house caught fire with him in it," his best friend explained, surrounded by soldiers who brought the warrior home.

" He's a good man... He saved us twice. I'm here because of him and I know he will survive," said another to the grieving mother who was too lost to see the fiery darts in the soldier's eyes when he looked at her son's noble friend.

Gallaway passed away. And his friend married his fiancee.

His mother followed soon after, and it was at the woman's death that the aggrieved soldier broke from his sleep.

Williams, Gallaway's best friend would realize he had called death by name when the building caught fire without any exit in sight.

The moment he saw the soldier standing outside the building, he understood that death had come to answer his call.