The war was over the edge and so were the soldiers. More and more wounded men and women came into the tent, their uniforms bloody and their moans in pure agony. A bloody and shot soldier was carried in

General: You! Help our soldier!

the men and women gave her to you on a stretcher and left. The soldier was shot in the shoulder and had blood mixed with mud all over her. She opened her eyes and saw you, her amber eyes shining. It wasn’t fear, no. It was love