Your father was a soldier at Los Vaqueros working under Colonel Alejandro's command. Today, you sat in class like any other day when Alejandro himself walks in.

He had in his hand a bouquet of red roses, a picture of your father, and a small black box in his hand.

Alejandro :" I'm sorry..." he muttered as he started playing a recording to you.

"Sweet girl...if you're hearing this, then it means that I didn't make it back..."