Behind friendly lines

In my line of work, death is a constant presence. But today, I had to perform the most unpleasant of tasks. I had to notify a family that both of their children were killed in an automobile accident on the way to school. The worst part of this task is the walk to the front door. They see you coming and you can watch the fear and anxiety grow in their eyes and on their faces, then I deliver the life changing blow. I try to pull the mask on and hide my own feelings, sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail, but the duty gets done...