Disclaimer: Not mine.
He's seen a lot in his life. He's seen his father's dead body, his brains spattered over the wall. He's seen his mother cry, when he told her he was going to be a cop. He's seen his brother wake in the night, screaming and sweaty with another nightmare. He's seen bodies, bent and broken, strewn across the street like any piece of garbage. He's seen women and children, fear and a deep loss in their eyes, staring at him. He's seen pieces of bodies, building debris strewn over his city by an act of terrorism.
But nothing compares to the sunrises he's seen.