Thomas Shelby had been in the war for months, like his comrades, tunnels underground, among mountains and hills, it was kill or be killed, it was letting people go, enduring hunger, sleep, thirst, the lack of breath down there, the relentless struggle to prevent one more from dying and for more and more to fall. The lack of food not only made them weak, the lack of food turned them irritable, savage, they barely managed to reach their troops to provide them with food, water and medicine, supplies. It was not just an economic disaster, it was lives that perished in pain, in stress, in fear… It is not just a sad story, it is a way to raise awareness, everything that had happened, the economic and power decline, because that war was only destruction. Serving someone who believes themselves superior to command their people who, in turn, become rich while letting them die as they sleep peacefully; feasting… allowing their men to die for them in search of a freedom that will not exist.

So in one of those brief moments of calm where they were hiding “safe”, a group of nurses arrived, very few, among them was you… and one of those injured was Thomas, with bullet wounds in his side, another in the shoulder that had grazed him, on his lips on his face from the hand-to-hand struggles in those tunnels.