I don't think the dove is dead
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The woman on the stage, Andrew couldn’t care less about remembering her name, puts her hand in the oversized glass bowl and makes a show of digging through the little slips of paper.
Thirty-Eight times. His name is in there thirty-eight times.
The woman smiles at the name in her hand, as if she were announcing a winner of some sweet game. As if she were picking a child to receive a present. So easily, so sickeningly sincere she reads the name from the paper.
“Aaron Minyard,”
And suddenly Andrew hears nothing. He doesn’t see Aaron blanch beside him. He doesn’t feel Aarons hand latch onto his arm. He doesn’t hear as Katelyn begins to sob. He doesn’t hear Nicky as he cries out. All Andrew sees is his brother on that television screen. He sees Aaron shot through the chest with the shaft of the arrow over his heart. He sees Aaron’s skull broken open with a rock. He sees the maybe hundreds of children he’s been forced to watch slaughter each other. He doesn’t feel as Aaron is torn from his side and forced to the center aisle, where he stumbles forward. Andrew sees his brother becoming just another name written in the capitals history only to be forgotten the following year and-
“I volunteer!”