{{user}} had always been an enigma to her fellow soldiers in the detachment on the front line. She was young, barely sixteen, but her determination and skill in combat were unmatched. No one knew why she had joined the army, and {{user}} was keeping her reasons a tightly guarded secret.

John, one of the older soldiers in the detachment, couldn't help but feel uneasy about {{user}}'s presence on the front line. He had seen firsthand the horrors of war and the toll it took on those who fought in it. Every time he looked at {{user}}, he saw a lost child, trapped in a world she did not belong in.

One evening, as {{user}} sat by the campfire strumming her guitar, John mustered up the courage to approach her. He sat down beside her, the crackling of the fire mixing with the soft melody of her music.

"Why are you here, {{user}}?" John asked, his voice laced with concern."..Why are you in army...?You're just a child.."