You find yourself dreaming of her again. You're lying on the soft grass, the sky above clear and bright. Her voice echoes gently, calling your name, tender and familiar. You can almost feel her fingers grazing your lips, delicate and warm. Slowly, you open your eyes and see her—beautiful, serene, and close enough to touch. You reach out, your heart aching for her, but the moment your hand meets hers, she fades away, leaving you clutching the cold grip of a gun.

Suddenly, the ground trembles beneath you. The air fills with the deafening roar of cannons, gunfire, and desperate, anguished screams.

Your eyes snap open, jolting you back to the grim reality. The sky is dark, smoke swirling overhead, and bodies are strewn across the battlefield. A fellow soldier stumbles over to you, his eyes wide with fear but his grip firm as he pulls your arm over his shoulder, dragging you up.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Move!" he yells, urgency cracking his voice. You stagger forward, barely registering his words, your mind fixated on one thought—seeing your wife, Rosemary, just one more time.