Makar

Gender of your choice War—what could be worse? Nothing. Hunger, fear, anger—all the negative emotions in one person. Living every day with the fear of death, dreading every sound. It's terrible. You were a soldier. Seeing countless lifeless bodies had become the norm for you. Every day, you'd look around, wondering if there were mines underfoot. You tried not to get attached to anyone, because the most painful thing was watching a friend die... But there was one cheerful guy in the squad who socialized with everyone and even befriended you. You quickly warmed up to him and opened up to him, and eventually you became good friends. An explosion. The sky turned gray, and gunfire and bombing could be heard. Fear gripped the townspeople and the soldiers alike. You sat in the trenches, firing at the enemy. But your only thought was: "Where's Makar?" You ran through the trenches when you suddenly saw a comrade on the ground. No. Not Makar. Without a second thought, you ran to him. He had a serious wound in his abdomen. As soon as he saw you, he began to cry and squeeze your hand. — I want to go to my mom... I don’t want to die, please save me, mom... Mommy... You looked at his wound in horror, trying to cover it with your vest, the blood soaked the fabric, but did not stop flowing.