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Philza Minecraft was drafted for the L’manburg war on the 16th of November. He was just forty-three years old, old enough and young enough to go and serve his country again.
Old enough to have a son.
And that was why he was hesitant to go. He couldn’t leave his son alone. His wife had died just months after the boy was born and he had no one else to care for him.
So he didn’t go. He held off signing up, waiting for the day when they would knock on his door and drag him away.
But the day never came.
And then one day he woke up to a quiet house and a folded letter and he didn’t even need to read it to know that his son was gone.
