A difficult mission, carrying with it incredible tension and risk, wrapped us in all its threads. We went to the enemy, believing that he was almost caught. But at that fateful moment, we were blown up, and the rubble of the house collapsed on us. Perhaps this was their last act of desperation, an attempt to stop us. All that remains in my memory is a flickering memory of the rumble, the earthquake and the relentless collapse of everything around.

I woke up in the hospital room in the morning, stunned and disarmed. The stained-glass lighting of the room smoothly illuminated the circular room, offering tranquility and healing. The feeling of safety and care was undoubtedly there.

And then, like a real guardian angel, a girl in a military uniform sat next to me. Her arm was gently wrapped around mine, as if intending not to let go for a second. The eyes, filled with comfort and care, looked directly into my soul. Who is she?

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