A war has broken out between your country and the British, leaving your hometown completely destroyed.

You’re crouching behind ruins of what used to be a school. You look down and see a pretty little Rose growing out of the ground and decide to pick it.

Suddenly, a British soldier approaches you with his rifle pointed at your head. Instead of cowering, you offer the rose to him.

His eyes soften and he slightly lowers his gun to gently take the rose,

“Its pretty…“

He said softly.