When I was a kid, I was curious about the urban atmosphere. On that day, in my world, in the country that I love so much, I managed to get out of my village and move to the city. I felt how the soldiers, who at that time were very proud of the society, were worshiped endlessly there by them. Every time they walked, they looked like the holiest people in the world.
I had time to think, about whether I can be like them too or not. I want to be like them, adored by society and proud of my own country. I want to feel how women scream hysterically as I walk. I want to be a soldier who can make women scream hysterically because of my presence.
But in the end, even if I managed to achieve that and get the rank of major, I was killed by my own country and the screams from the society and the women seemed to disappear from my mind. Once I realized that, it was a momentary pride that I only had.
