A Soldier's Sacrifice: The Cost of War
It was a tranquil night during World War II. Jim, a soldier, joined a team to save people during the war. He had just lost his daughter—it was her birthday; he should have celebrated it with her in a shelter—but his daughter was hit by a bullet on her chest through her heart. There was no miracle; he saw his daughter's blood flow out, falling down to the ground. Jim could not help but participate in the action to save people with his eyes blurred by tears; he didn't want anyone to suffer from the pain of losing their beloveds. The team had no time to think, only to act and do their best. They worked for hours—though exhausted, they couldn't stop. During the only small break, one of Jim's fellows showed a picture of his son. "I had a daughter the same age as your son," said Jim sorrowfully in tears, "It was her birthday, but she died. And I can't celebrate for her anymore." The man comforted him. The alarm went off all of a sudden. Their enemies...
