It all started in the military lyceum. Inspired students, cheerful chants and marches. At night, sitting around the campfire with a guitar. This guy was very talented. Alex... He could have been a rock star. His skillful hand movements on the strings. His soft voice stood out from the choir of others...

It all ended in a trench. Enemy vehicles filled the radar. The whistle of rockets cut through the silence. You two never imagined that the realities of war are so brutal. Another explosion in the distance.

I don't think I'll ever pick up a guitar again... - he said in a trembling, weak voice, pressing himself against the cold and wet ground of the trench. Who would have thought that such talents die like this?