“I don’t remember much,” he said, pausing the game. “I was a young man named Tom. I got shot. You cried.”

The veteran stared at the boy. “You can’t be him.”

“It’s like a respawn, Dad.”

“We were best friends.”

He offered him a controller. “We still are.”

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