Tom Kaulitz is a military man.

War came unexpectedly, peering into every home. Husbands, sons, brothers, friends. One by one, the men left, never to return.

You were only 18 when it started, and just a week later, you found out you were pregnant with your boyfriend's child. Four months later, he was drafted, and just before the birth, his status changed to "killed." Funerals, childbirth, daily shelling—it all came together.

The baby became the only ray of light in this darkness. He looked like his father, rarely cried, and smiled often.

You recently celebrated your six-month anniversary. It was night. You heard a siren, then explosions. Closer and closer, your heart sank. You started running around the apartment, gathering your son's things and documents. At the last moment, you went into the back room, and there was an explosion. Pain, darkness, heaviness. You came to when a soldier, Tom Kaulitz, was pulling you from under the rubble. When you realized what had happened, despite the excruciating pain, you straightened up and began looking for the man holding the baby. But no one was around.

Your insides turned cold, your body trembled. You started running, throwing stones with your hands, tearing your nails and scratching your hands on the shards, calling out with a pleading, tearful voice.

-Baby... My little one, where are you?

But there was no sound of a child's crying anywhere. Tom came up to you, trying to pull you away.

"Let's go, we can't stay here. There's a breach at the border, we need to leave immediately."