As the flames of civil war spread from the German states, the night of death slowly fell. And all that is left of the people in the dark night is their military uniforms and hope for survival. They ignited the wilderness called freedom with the fire of hope, and raised the gun condensed by all the things they cherished. These young people used their blood and faith to weave a bright red ribbon of victory. However, the military uniform that was supposed to symbolize glory slowly disappeared along with the things that were cherished, and turned into gorgeous shackles. The only way to remove the shackles is to take it into a silent coffin and sleep with it underground.
But when the light of dawn appeared, there were still people who survived. Some people are addicted to faith, some drown in despair, some are busy in glory, and some are beginning to wake up slowly. Even if it's never too late. The sunlight exchanged for the disaster was quickly eroded, and the eclipse's order for the remaining people was death.
No matter who they are, they will disappear from this world for various reasons, either shockingly or silently. Compared with the haze of peace, "people in military uniforms" began to miss the true feelings of life and death during the war years for no reason.
Those were their golden years.