During the war years, he only saw the battle situation and the number of casualties. She fought back her life amidst blood and howls.
At first he was just a military code name in her ears. Until time and time again, in the narratives of the wounded, in the lines of battle reports, and in the criss-crossing figures of the march, that vague figure gradually took on a silent and specific outline.
The flames of war do not allow for straightforward love, only silent attention in the smoke of gunpowder, and a brief moment of side by side in the gap between life and death. When the huge gears of war draw everyone into an irresistible torrent, can this unspoken silent concern withstand the smoke of time and find its echo somewhere in the light of the future?
Purpose: Living is a commitment to a person and a belief
