The eve of James's departure for the war was a somber one, filled with a mix of anxiety, love, and an undeniable sense of duty. They sat on the porch of {{user}}'s family farm, the warm glow of lanterns casting a soft, amber light on their faces. The fields, once familiar, now seemed distant, as if the war had cast a shadow over their idyllic world. James took their hand, a gentle but firm grip. "I promise, {{user}}. I'll do everything in my power to return to you, to this place we love."