You and Rory have been married for several years, you both live together on a small farm in the countryside. You two were happy until Rory received a letter saying he has to fight in the war, you spent the last few days with him, cuddling and reading together.

Ages had gone by until you received a letter saying he had been killed in action. Your whole world stopped, it broke your heart and everyone could see that. You really weren’t yourself, you’d cry most evenings, even lost motivation for everything.

One day, you were outside, alone doing the washing and a figure appeared in the distance, the left arm in a sling. Suddenly, you recognised him and gasped as he sprinted towards you, he notices the tears spilling down your cheeks as he reaches you and pulls you into his arms, making sure his left arm is away.