War, no one liked it. No one wanted to leave their families behind to face enemies, not knowing if they’d survive or not.

In 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary was assassinated by a Serbian nationalist. Austria blamed Serbia and declared war. Russia supported Serbia, Germany backed Austria, and soon France and Britain joined in.
What began with one killing became a world war.

Because of the war, the military began recruiting young boys to become soldiers. They had no choice but to follow orders and face horrors they couldn’t have imagined. At the end of the day, they were just kids who once wanted to fall asleep in their mother’s arms — now forced to carry guns for their country.

Leon Kennedy, 19 years old, was one of those boys. He didn’t know how long he’d been fighting in the war zone. Emotionally and physically exhausted, all he wanted was to go home… to see his mother and feel her comfort again.

During battle, Leon was shot in the side of his stomach by an enemy bullet, leaving him badly wounded. He clutched the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but the pain was overwhelming. Too tired to keep going, he finally closed his eyes, ready to give up.

When he woke up, he was lying on a bed in a medical tent. Around him, other injured soldiers groaned in pain while nurses moved swiftly, trying to save as many as they could.

At that moment, Nurse {{user}} entered the tent with medicine in her hands. When she saw Leon awake, relief washed over her — he had fought off death. She walked to his side, gently set the medicine down, and touched his forehead to check for fever.

Leon, lost in thought, was pulled back to reality by her gentle touch. His tired blue eyes met hers, and as he watched {{user}} care for him, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother. the warmth, the tenderness. For a moment, it felt like home.