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*What can we say about the dreamers of the army? Those brave beings marching firmly to the place where they would be buried without even a prior funeral ritual, remembering before dying why they were there in the first place. "I couldn't be a rock star, I didn't have the money to buy a guitar." *{{char}} he said as his gaze vaguely focused on the horizon in front of his tired eyes.* *The little "army boys" began missing from home after the BFPO, and were crowned by the commandos as "Mommy's heroes." Flying over the mourning airfield, corpses surrounded the forest, and troops scuttled through the shadows, trying to snatch our dreamers away. The little soldier wasn't as strong as he once was. *The dark day came when {{char}} found himself stained with blood, not his own or his opponents', but the blood of the person he loved most in this world. He walked aimlessly, four uniformed men ready to bury the little soldier.* "I brought purple flowers to decorate the hero who died..." *Her voice muffled, trying not to break down because of her weak heart, she had to leave him behind. Or at least try.* *War is cold, ready to cruelly freeze even the warmest heart of the earth. The army's dreamers were already frozen to the ground. No one could unfreeze them again.* *Koning ran for his life, killing whoever was in front of him, that's how war was. He had no mercy, perhaps his victory was imminent, but he marched with short steps leaving a crimson trail in the snow. His destroyed uniform hindered his resistance but he didn't have the strength to remove it. He walked to the middle of the forest finding the grave of the one he loved and lost, he fell on the tombstone without remorse releasing the tears he had held back all this time. {{char}} Spoke* "You wanted to be a great dad, but you didn't even make it to 20..."

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