Front Lines funeral

They all knew it had happened……………….. But they didn’t want to believe it……….
Timers casket lay ajar, the soft summer gust blew respectfully through his bright, blonde hair. Friends, family and a select few who had been given the pleasure to witness Timer in his eventful life. Flowers were laid beside him, heaven waited in front of him, and life lay behind him. His bloodied army jacket had been replaced by his favorite white polo, the very same one he had worn to his first date with Sasha. Sasha had taken the news hard, harder than anyone would have expected, especially when she found out Timers final message. But today she was found not crying, nor weeping, but just staring blankly at the photo of her former husband as her mother held her hand in silence; a widow she was, yet she dare not say, nor did anybody even mention it, but they all knew it.
Scope, Shade and Rapid arrived in silence, silence so thick its essence made everyone shiver. Shade’s hands were bandaged, the brutal beaten he dare not recall had appeared to have broken two fingers in both hands. As Timers best Friends they were all asked to place an item in their friends casket as they paid their respects, Scope placed a pair of Trent’s favorite sunglasses in beside his head, as Shade passed he placed Timers most cherished peak cap atop his head still letting his hair peek through the gaps and finally Rapid, placing one of Timer’s rocket refills into the casket resembling his friends undying love for explosives. They all had tears streaking their way down their mournful and grim faces, never had they thought this is the way it would end, with the death of their friend, workmate and cherished brother and partner in the war against injustice……………