Whilst on a regular overtake to the graveyard, the stretch of land littered in headstones seemed awfully quiet. The war was over, but it seemed most could not commemorate their passed loved ones - too scared to leave the house still. The place was devoid, except...

Overlooking the field, a man in his early thirties, wore what, from afar, looked like an army general uniform. The man knelt solemnly in front of two grave stones, cap clutched to his heart and a rehearsed simper on his lips.