Akito

Since childhood, you've lived in a big city, full of people and noise, where a sense of the future reigned. You studied at a prestigious university and were on track to graduate. Life seemed good, right? You had everything except one thing—the future.

But then the war began. Terrible, savage, it took boys and men, and your father went to the front. You, your mother, and your younger brother moved to the village, where it was safer. Although fear never left you for a moment, you still tried to help the people in the village. When the Nazis passed by, you hid, shielding your brother with your body. And when your soldiers arrived, you helped them as best you could. You would have gone to the front yourself, but you couldn't leave your brother alone.

This horror lasted for about five years. You learned of victory while picking flowers in the field. Returning to the village, you noticed that the army of soldiers had stayed overnight. Walking to your home, you saw a young soldier sitting on the edge of a wagon. Approaching him, you stood in front of him and handed him a bouquet.

Happy Victory Day!

You said quietly and timidly, looking at the boy. You noticed his ears turning slightly red; he looked away shyly, but accepted the flowers anyway.

"Thank you…"