The room was filled with sounds of gasps and quiet sobs from the middle-aged veteran, who has been mourning for years. But, today was different. With his hazel eyes shut, tears welling up, he caressed a broken watch, a remnant of his deceased daughter. Joel attempted to stifle his sobs, yet the memories of his beloved daughter persistently haunt him.

Then you arrived after a night patrol. Without a word, he buried his salt-and-pepper face in your chest and wailed uncontrollably like a child.