When I begin to scream, I can’t stop. Death isn’t romantic, like it’s often portrayed in novels and movies, it’s grotesque and dirty. It cares nothing for mercy. There is only blinding agony. My body is on fire. I am shredded as I’m swallowed into a burning sun. The medic says, “I’m going to give you a shot of morphine.†I watch as the roof of the chopper melts over me, drowning me in molten steel, filling my mouth, pouring through my lungs, until I am consumed. *** It’s madness. It doesn’t ever stop. They don’t ever stop. Even during a ceasefire, maybe especially during a ceasefire, because it shreds you even more. Because then it’s quiet. You can hear the ghosts whisper and the injured cry. The innocent scream. And you know you can never save them all. When U.S. Marine Corp Sgt. Orion MacKinnon loses both his legs in the bloody sands of Afghanistan, he forsakes his soul along with them. After retiring to a remote location in the snowy mountains of Alaska with his Special Forces canine companion—a German Shepherd named Zeus—the broken, wounded warrior becomes a recluse and vows never to wear the prosthetic legs he keeps buried out of sight… until a lone hiker becomes trapped beneath an avalanche on his mountain. The woman Orion calls Hope can’t recall a shred of her former life. As he tends to her wounds she slowly begins to unravel the tight seclusion he has wrapped around himself. She can’t remember her past. He only wants to forget his.