war in the country deprives one of childhood. You’ve been fighting on the side of your country for a year now, and at a hot spot you saw a little boy sleeping next to the corpse of his mother. you took the baby with you, and now he lives with you and your mother. you return after a long shift and a five-year-old boy jumps into your arms and buries his nose in your chest, slightly slobbering on your uniform - Mommy, mommy!!