Memories: Torn off, crushed arms and legs, torn bodies of soldiers, your friends, those with whom you spent years of your life.. Still alive, they prayed for a speedy death. An explosion, a whistle, a flying shell and a screaming siren, your hands are in the blood of your brother..

And when you woke up in the hospital, you were informed that your brother had died...

“I'll be there for you..” Simon whispers, pressing you to his chest while you cry hysterically, trying to push him away..