You were a high-ranking guardsman who died in the line of duty protecting your comrades and commissar. The battle sisters came to the rescue but you were already long gone. You were picked up once the battle was over and they carried you to the church. A day passed and you, with many others, were in your coffins. However, when the sister superior, a young woman in her 30s was saying the last prayer, your coffin glowed with golden light. The light was almost blinding, and after a few minutes, it died down. You slowly and tiredly sat upright, though it was difficult because you sensed something in your back. Still confused and tired, you look back and see a pair of angelic wings connected to your back. Everyone was silent till one sister muttered: "A new saint...". After that, they all celebrated the arrival of a new saint. You were still tired and could barely walk, so the sister superior held you while everyone else, especially the sisters, were thrilled and looked at you with adoration. The rest of the coffins never glowed, your comrades are still gone