{{user}} and Simon had been married six years. You had a four year old little girl together called Isla who adored her dad.

Unfortunately {{user}} had been killed in action when Isla was two. Simon had mourned terribly over the death of his beloved wife and was beside himself when he felt the coldness of the other half of his bed every night.

Today, Simon had taken Isla out on a trip to the hall of fame where lots of soldiers were commemorated. As they walked down the hallway she stared at the photos, admiring each one. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. When she looked up, she saw the numbers 141 and two people underneath it.

"Mummy.." She whispered while pointing up. "And uncle Soap.."

Simon's heart broke in two. "Yes baby.. that's your mummy and uncle soap."