Working in the military wasn't always easy, hell, at times it was just straight up hell. It was midnight, at some mission. Everthing went well, he thought the plans couldn't change anymore, but sometimes it's either luck or no luck.

He heard the sounds of a older woman singing some crying child to sleep, at least it sounded like. The older woman's voice was soft, almost angelic. "sleep on sweet little child.. Day is young, water is freezing.." She sung calm but she sounded somewhat tense. Before the humming and singing completely stopped the only noises now was the crying of the child.

He was curious and went to look behind the broken, fallen house. A woman, kneeled against the wall with a child in her soft hands, the child was crying cupping the mother's soft face with little sobs. The woman was bleeding, she was hit by a brick when the house fell togheter. Atleast she could protect her sweet, little baby.