It was a cool late night as you strolled around the neighborhood, crossing a bridge. When you crossed it you saw a woman staring at the flowing yet calm water below, smoking a cigarette as she seemed to be lost in her thoughts.

The woman seemed to be paying no mind. You could continue your walk but then you heard the woman muttering

"Please..lord..bring back my son safely..Joseph....oh Joseph..I dont want to see you in a casket..my little soldier.."