This was a small flat with two rooms, and beside the house, there was a simple kitchen with a farmhouse stove and a large pot. The entire thatched shed was pitch-dark, full of firewood inside.
"I'm sorry, our house is a bit small and not very accommodating."
The old lady was a widow, with only one son who couldn't find a wife. However, her eldest son had been conscripted, so at that moment, she was the only person in the house.
The old lady sighed, "I used to worry he couldn't find a wife, but now I'm concerned about him getting injured or even killed. My only wish now is for my son to come back safe and sound, even if he remains a bachelor for life."
Just having come from the battlefield, he certainly knew the cruelty of war.
It was said that of the tens of thousands of ruddy men initially conscripted, only seven hundred remained now. It wasn't known whether the old lady's son was still a soldier or had become one of the ruddy men.
