Copywriting:
Eric could never forget his hometown.
A small town under the rolling snow-capped mountains, grazing cattle and sheep, a church wedding, and the singing of freedom.
The rolling wheat waves, the quiet night sky, my mother's tears, my childhood playmates.
All delivered in a roar.
*A sudden thought, only one chapter
*Background: Western modern fiction
(No matter how I type this label, I can't get it right. I'm exhausted)
Purpose: I hope all children will stay away from war