Love and war. Two words that should have little association, but to me the two go hand in hand. Both are a tragedy. They rip you open and spit you out. The war killed my husband, Connor, shattered my will to live, and took my best friend. Brandon may not have physically died in that war, but his soul did. And now we're left to pick up the wreckage. Expected to move on when all that is left is the ruins of a life we once had.
War. It took everything from me, even myself. When you're only able to exist, death seems like a blessing. Pain...a welcome distraction. I ran from everything associated with my past, and then she found me, fighting, drowning myself in whisky, trying to forget. She reminds me of Connor, of what I've lost—what we've lost. In the midst of destruction, she's a salvation I don't deserve.
I shouldn't love him.
I shouldn't love her.
Love is a war we never should have fought.
Brandon has watch his best friend, Connor, die in battle. He is guilt ridden to the point of going AWOL and joining an underground fight circuit. Poppy was married to Connor, and when she learns that Brandon is still alive, sets out to find him. But who she finds is not the best friend she grew up with. He is now a shell of his former self, and a time bomb waiting to go off.
This was an exceptional read. You could tell the writer(s) were sensitive to the affects PTSD has on not just veterans, but also those left grieving; and their research in the matter shows. This is an ugly cry book, but one that I will read over and over again. 5-stars!