"So we fought this long for nothing?" Gen said "It's all over". Other remaining comrades had a look of despair and timidity in their eyes. Every soldier fought brave in the war. There were bodies all over the battlefield. Soldier's blood were scattered everywhere in the warzone . It has been twenty years and yet the screaming of those soldiers still haunts me at night.

"The battlefield is cruel. It's merciless. It has only one principle; kill or be killed. It doesn't matter who you are when you are in the battlefield. You should always prepare to die before heading to the battlefield." That's what my commander used to say. He was my idol. His name was Trenk Fedrick. He was strict. He is no more today but his lessons made me a man. He fought till his last breath and died in the third kingdom war battlefield. He used to be the best soldier we've ever had. He gave us hope. He motivated us to fight harder and harder. Despite of being strict, he always cared about his comrades before himself. He was a true hero.

  It has passed 20 long years after the third kingdom war ended. The conflict between Tropek Kingdom and the Druket Kingdom led us to the three year long third kingdom war. The two of the most powerful kingdom declared the war with each other. Those were the most frightening days of the human mankind. The days seemed to get longer with fears. The innocent citizens were compelled to work for the military purpose. They didn't even leave children for this. After the declaration of the war, the two kingdom began to prepare themselves for the war. They began to invest their every money for the equipments needed for soldiers and other military weapons. The Druket Kingdom was my home. A hound of soldiers were given order to bring whoever they see of age sixteen or older except female because they thought that females wouldn't be useful. On that day, I was with my family ; My father, my mother and my little sister. We were hiding at the basement of our house. We could hear the cryings of the people while their their child, husband, brother were taken away. I was terrified. My hands were shaking. I felt powerless. I held my father hand tight. With every second passing , My fear got intensified. I wasn't to make any sound. I could hear the footsteps of those soldiers passing by. My little sister was only eleven years old. At that time, I could see she was bearly holding on to her crying. I can't imagine what she went through back then. She was shivering like the cold of december. Her eyes were full of tears with hands sealing her mouth bearly holding her sound.

The day ended then night fell. It got cold. We were sitting on the ground. It was complete silence at midnight. We were hungry and stiffed. We had eaten nothing but water since that morning. My father and I decided to go out and bring some food from the kitchen. It was complete silence so we thought it was safe to go. Our basement door was horizontally set on the ground level. My father slowly opened the door. It was full moon night. The light struck my eyes. It was bright. I could not look straight outside. Maybe I had stayed in the dark for a long time. My father and I headed out. "oh god! "said my father. When I looked on the street there were bodies of the women all over. We figured they were killed because they couldn't let go of their family members. The cryings we heard before were actually the screamings of the death. My heart beat rose up and my fear got best of me. That was the first time I have ever seen a person body drenched totally in the blood. I puked. My father was a tough man. He insisted me to stay in the basement while he headed out for foods. I went back in the basement with total look of fear in my eyes. Father came back after a few minutes. He brought a couple of bread and 4 red apples. We somehow passed the night with those foods.

The sun rose and the morning arrived. I was wide awake till morning light. I dozed off in the morning. I slept with my head on my mother's lap. CRASH!!. I woke up. I found out a soldier stepped on the door and fell into the basement. "Two recruits here"He shouted, "Hurry up!". Everything fell apart at that moment. I panicked and I started to sweat heavily. The soldier came near me and held my hand. He dragged me out of the basement. Tears poured out of my eyes. I couldn't make any sound , just tears.

I was sent into a truck back rack. My father was sent to a different truck. There were four other boys on the truck. A boy came close and asked me "what's your name?". "Kairo" I replied, " And what's your name? " . He replied "Kim Watson". He was sixteen years old, a year younger than me. I turned seventeen on June couple of months ago. Our conversation went on. It turned out he lived in the town named Fotruss, which was a neighboring town of Town Trienk where I was from. He was scared but he didn't show that much at his face. We reached the venue. "Get off" said the driver. I got off the truck. It was a wide and open area. Soldiers were running on the field. Gun shots were coming from far away. "Hurry up! get on the field" said the soldier. We gathered in large group. "Assemble in a straight line" A guy shouted. We assembled. He turned out to be our trainer. He had a scary face. He told us that we would be trained for upcoming war. We ran hundred laps round the field that day. It was evening. Me and Kim headed out towards the canteen. We ate dinner and went to sleep. The training camp lasted for four months. I learned the basics required for the battle. I also learned to use weapons.

The war had already begun. After the four months of training, we were ready for the war. It was winter. We were planned to go to a place called Trome. Captain Fringe was the in charge of this mission. There were five military vehicle full of soldiers. We left earlier in the morning. The road was steep and slippery a bit , probably due to last night snow fall. We travelled for roughly two hours when we reached a bridge. It was around hundred meter long. It was 6 AM. While we were passing through the bridge, the vehicle on the front blew away. "It's a land mine. We're being ambushed" The captain shouted. Kim was on that vehicle. I was shocked. We had become best friends during those four months of training. The gun firing started from both ends of the bridge. Fortunately, I was on the third vehicle. The terrorist blindly fired toward us. My soldiers died with a blink of an eye. We were helpless. I jumped over from the bridge. In the process, I got hit by a bullet on my left arm. It was a long fall. Luckily, the river was deep enough for me to survive. The water was freezing. I couldn't hustle against the water current due to my injured arm. I went helplessly along the water current. I passed out by cold.

A bright light struck my eyes. I woke up. It was mid-day and I found myself at a river bank. "So you're awake", a girl voice. I startled and turned around. I saw a girl with a green eyes wearing a straw craft hat. There was a campfire beside me. "My name is May. What's your name? " She asked. I said her my name. She told me that I was lying on the river bank and I was passed out for three hours. She lit up the campfire to keep my body warm."Where do you live?"She asked. And then I found out that I had amnesia. She was quite shocked when I told her I couldn't recall anything other than my name. My backpack was driven away by the river stream while I was unconscious. She was kind. She asked me to come to her house. I agreed. Her house was across the forest. She told me that she was collecting the firewoods when she saw me lying unconscious on the river bank. She also told me that the village she was from was called Pallet.