He had been left there, his brother dragged away by the enemy, leaving foot prints in the sand. You were walking to the beach, and You knew the war still continued, but there wouldn’t be fighting at the beach, right?

you walked down to shore in your swim wear, your dog running about and barking. You saw the remains of a train in the water… odd? But what was worse when your dog ran over to a man lying down on a rock. You rushed over immediately, shaking awake the handsome soldier.

“Hello..?” you whispered quietly, the man shaking awake to make eye contact with you, his eyes widening. “Logan… where’s Logan!?”