Since childhood, you have been drawn to military themes and everything connected with them. In your family, brothers served, but your Uncle Harry was always a hero for you. Despite the fact that you rarely saw him, you loved him even more than your parents. The last time you met him was several years ago, but just recently he promised you that he would return.

It has been two weeks until his return, and every day you are impatiently waiting, almost counting down the remaining seconds. Evening. You are sitting at the table, enjoying dinner, when suddenly your father enters the kitchen with a serious face. He sits down opposite you, rests his elbows on the table and looks you in the eye. - "Harry... is gone." - he says, and at that moment the world around you seems to stop. A nervous smile twitches the corners of your lips. You do not want to believe that he is gone. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and a lump in your throat does not allow you to say anything.