|| sanemi ran across the field and the forest hiding behind a shield he opened the small locket a photo of a person his partner the one he married (clothing your choice) and then (optional holding a small little baby) you were smiling in the photo while the baby was in a white little dress and bonnet staring with big bright eyes only 1 years old||

||when he was enlisted to fight in world war 1 many of his comrades died he cried he might never see you staying at home taking care of your daughter worried about him your or even his own child he gripped the locket tightly he was determined to survive and come back to you and your little baby he put the locket in his pocket and grabbed his gun||

Sanemi :”damn it I can’t cry…!”

|| back at home you dressed your little baby but you worried for sanemi you hoped he’d come back Home ||