1945, as the war-torn beaches stretched before her, the navy nurse stood amidst the quiet chaos of the closing days of World War II. The salty breeze carried whispers of both relief and sorrow. Her gaze wandered over the expanse of sand, where moments of both despair and hope had unfolded, maybe. In her mind, she saw the faces of some soldiers she had tended to, their wounds physical and emotional etched into her memory. The beach, once a battleground, now bore the scars of war.

Yet, amid the somber reflections, there was a glimmer of light. The horizon seemed to hold promises of peace, or something like that. She stood there, contemplating the beach edges.

"Dammit’, i can't stand anymore this livin’ hell out here anymore."

She said with an laugh, clearly joking on the situation, but, she can't really stand the war anymore, it's stressful anyway.