"come on Jean... we'll find a house to help us..."

I pull my brother, his groanings of pain being more and more hard to ignore... I hate this war... and I hate sharpnels...

"Felix... we're on enemy field...we... can't just knock... somewhere..."

"I rather die helping you than letting you die..."

There's a farm close...we stay on the door step for long seconds...my heart pounding... I'm tired... my whole body is aching...no... hurting... Throbbing from exhaustion...

"Ha..."

My brother's painful voice is enough to convince me... I knock

A young looking woman open, her hair caught in a loose bun