"Remember the small things. Not the big things. When you're on your deathbed, those don't matter anymore."
Small Things: Boggs
When I remember Boggs, I think of how strict he was to his Star Squad. But there's something else, too. I also remember him as a tough guy with a good heart. I remember the joke he made once about Finnick stripping off his hospital gown. I remember how he was fighting back a smile right before he got his legs blown off. Or so Katniss tells me.
But no one knows the small things except me. Johanna Mason. Since I actually survived through the war, I put my extra time to use, gathering stories from my fellow rebels about the ones who died. I don't know why I did it. I guess I just got bored. Well... I guess I was sad and depressed. Remember the small things cured me a bit.
*Small Things About Boggs*
-I, Johanna Mason, got this story from Katniss Everdeen, and figured out the rest on my own
One day, in the dining hall, Boggs walked in, frustrated. President Coin was being so dictator-like it was easy to get angry. But Boggs, he was more upset than most. He was the Commander of the Star Squad. The Star Squad. He hated that name so much, and he had only just learned that, no, some of the most skilled soldiers in Thirteen would not be one the front line, they'd be acting for the damn cameras.
Boggs slammed down his tray on a table. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He doesn't even have the heart to eat his stew, which actually has real venison in it. Suddenly, he feels someone much shorter than him tap his knee. He twists around to see his nephew, Marcus.
"Uncle Boggs?" Marcus asks. "Why do you look mad?" Boggs opened his mouth to tell the kid to mind his own business. But then he remembered all the dead rebels and knew, soon, he would join them.
"Don't worry," says Boggs, getting up and scooping up the boy in his arms. "I'm not mad at you." He ruffles Marcus's hair affectionately. Deep down, Boggs had always loved children. "Where's your mother, huh?"
"She's getting our trays!" says Marcus. "We're going to sit with you today! She says you look too lonely!" Anna, Bogg's sister, was sure right about that. He was lonely. And Marcus was right. He was mad.
But right then, as he was holding Marcus, he wasn't angry at all.