Introduction to Story:
He came back from the war, and he handed me a shirt.
Story Ending One
Story Ending Two
My Boyfriend Came Back from the War Remix by Rebecca Spin of Olia Lialina's 1996 Website
Story Ending One
Or perhaps it had once been a shirt. Worn proudly, emblazoned with a name, embroidered with the pride of a country's dependence and a mother's love behind every stitch. Perhaps it had once been, but now, it was no more than a tattered piece
of cloth. Ripped, patched, repatched, burned, trampled, smeared with dust and grit and mud and blood. I lingered upon it, then looked back into his eyes.
He apologized. He told me that he'd done everything he could. He told me that they'd
all gone in valiantly, proudly, fighting with every breath until they breathed their last ones. He said he couldn't have been prouder.
Then he saluted, turned, and left me more alone than I'd ever been.
Story Ending Two
It was white, blank on one side. The other side just said "I participated in mass slaughter and all I got was a stupid t-shirt" in shitty comic sans.