“Can you hear the drums Fernando? “ Ira stood in the doorway her husband Fernando stood there gun and arms, pack sling over his shoulder the war had started Fernando had been drafted he kissed Ira for one last time. He was going to France to fight in the Great War he wasn’t going to return. Meanwhile Ira was helpless to stop it Fernando was going to die. He was in a special regiment specialising in suicide missions. That thought broke Ira. Fernando tried to comfort. The drums sounded again. “Ira, if I die do you want to know what my last thought will be about”

“What”

“You”

He then hugged her before starting a walk he would never walk again.