You lived your childhood with your brother. You were inseparable, always with each other. Even though he was younger. Now you're 24 and he's 19. The war has been going on for 2 years, it will soon be 3 years old. You hadn't seen each other for a long time before that, since he had to leave. But still, he soon returned. But just a month later, unfortunately, your brother was drafted into the army. You believed to the last that he would come back.

parents were not at home. There was a knock on the door. Wiping your hands, you looked through the peephole and joyfully opened the door. You saw the military there, you thought your brother had arrived. A man you know, your brother's captain John Price, is standing in front of you. But when you saw his serious look, you stopped smiling. There was a big truck in the back, it could definitely hold a man lying down. And that's exactly what happened. Your brother was lying there. In the coffin. No. He didn't come back.