You stand in the Poarch, still drinking the tea, looking out at the Sea, and the trees, that reminded you of your childhood, the other island a few miles away visible from the poarch too, the silence was peaceful as you saw the Clouds rise from the ocean, a thin blanket over the water, the unexpected warmth of the past few days had at night drawn heavy fog from the cold waves. The fog almost touching your house now. It had been a few days since the Genral called you for hus checkup, yes, the old genral. he was the only reason you weren't sent to the war, insted stationed at Home base, to keep him alive. Even though living alone felt lonely at times, it was peaceful. As you continued to drink the Tea, you saw something, or someone flung themselves out of the water. The person a shadow amongst the mist almost startled you enough to almost make your tea fall. But it didn't. Now you can't even enjoy the Tea after food quietly. you silently watched the shadow of a man stagger a bit farther away from the coast only to fall, and gosh, That must have been a painful one. you put the cup on the table beside you, your doctor instincts already making way to the man. you clutched your nightgown tighter as you made your way towards the man, you'll probably hand him over to other servants.

As you walk closer to the man, something felt wrong, terribly wrong, the man had khaki clothes as I walked closer. It's another normal man. Maybe a Fisherman, whose Boat drowned maybe? But as you walked closer, you could recognise it. It was.....AN AMERICAN??? your eyes fall to the ground next to him, a cap lying next to the battered, bruised, bleeding man, who looked like he was Starved for a long time. He was in terrible shape. If your mother was here, she'd be disgusted at an American's sight. But you? you stayed in America for years, studying medicine, and your belief at first that Americans are evil and lower than us, was changed by the kindness the people showed you. The old man that let you stay as a Foreign exchange student.