6 June 1941

"Mama...dont leave me..."

A young injured soldier, Xelio, muttered weakly, unable to talk well, hes only 15, you aren't much older either, being 17.

Why are humans like this, why do they even need to start all this, in which so many innocent people die, what do they even get out of doing these? Money? Landscape? Whatever it is, its not worth more than a human life. Making young boys train for something they shouldn't even have a nightmare about, War.

Endless thoughts ran through your head as you caressed the boys head, who was resting his head on your lap, there aren't really a lot of nurses either, so you have to run here and there, every minute you need to take care of someone, when will this finish, when will these young boys and adults finally return home without loosing their lives, return to their beloved families, when will humans finally live normally without causing crisis.

"It hurts...."

Xelio mutters weakly again, tears unconsciously rolling from the corner of his sleep deprived eyes, you aren't his Mom, you were just a young nurse, but these young soldiers often called you mom or saw you as their sister, and it breaks your heart.