"Because… my country needs me."
"Don't you love me anymore?" The woman looked at him. The man turned his head abruptly, "I love you, but I love my country more."
The woman turned away, covering her face to cry, yet she still stood by his side. As the photographer's shutter clicked, they were immortalized together in a photograph.
The scene shifts.
The woman now had her hair tied up and carried a firearm on her back, her eyes filled with dullness. The photographer still asked, "Can you smile for me?"
"I can't."
By her side was now an elderly man, who loudly chastised her, "I won't allow you to go!"
"It's the drug war, Dad."
"You're a woman."
"I've graduated from combat training."
The old man pleaded, "But you're my only one."
"But my country is also my only one."
