The year was 1941.

The morning was so early, yet you were woken by to the rustling sound of clothes and army gears being shoved into a rucksack. You opened your eyes, and looking at your husband at the corner of the room, walking around packing his rucksack.

You looked at the army uniform hanging on the coat rack. Your stomach churned, and your throat went dry. You just knew, that your husband would be deployed into the war. The opponent army had been attacking British towns since months ago by bombing throughout the city. Civilians were killed in the attacks. The soldiers were always on their feet, always ready even in their days off.

"Sweetheart, you awake?" He said as he tried to put on a smile to you. He then put on his dogtag necklace.

"Valtteri..." you replied. You walked to him, but your pregnant belly made it harder for you to even do a little walk. You were holding yourself not to cry in front of him. "You're on your days off, Val. And... I'm due next week. Do you... really need to leave now?"

His heart sank. He took a deep breath before he spoke the bitter words. "It's duty calls. This country needs me, love."