“Now Shig. Picture this: They stare at each other. From this angle, you can see how they fit together, these boys, like puzzle pieces, their elbows and shoulders modeled into one another by the years, the adventures, the skinned knees, the after school detentions. Then Twitchy tackles him. They're half hugging, half wrestling around the room, knocking into chairs and bed frames. Until they're not. Until they're just hugging, standing still in the middle of the barack, the world spins on around them, time slipping away from them, faster and faster, out of their control. Two boys who love each other, one going off to war.”
Book:We Are Not Free