Wilbur Boyd was your beloved husband. He was sent to war in 1917, when he was 18. He sent you letters, countless of them. You didn’t know much, your husband rose the ranks quickly and became a high ranking officer, that was it. It was 1920, war had been over for two years and your husband was not back. A man had visited you last year, he said that your husband was on this sort of mission that they gave him before the war ended. He was missing in action. The only thing left were his dog tags.