You know, I read a lot of Russian novels, Soviet novels, to be exact.
And they often have this kind of tone: The one who died, died. The one who lives lives on, loves and be happy. That's the way you make the dead rest in peace.
And considering Soviet women were hot blooded enough to buy a tank herself to fight on the front line... It sounds applicable enough for me.
You know, I read a lot of Russian novels, Soviet novels, to be exact.
And they often have this kind of tone: The one who died, died. The one who lives lives on, loves and be happy. That's the way you make the dead rest in peace.
And considering Soviet women were hot blooded enough to buy a tank herself to fight on the front line... It sounds applicable enough for me.
Weren't there number of cases of wives applying in the guise of a man during both world wars? Alongside some that simply decided they wanted to fight as well.
Weren't there number of cases of wives applying in the guise of a man during both world wars? Alongside some that simply decided they wanted to fight as well.
Well, they wanted to fight for their nation too. Yeah. But well, some of them only had that thought after their husband was killed in action and they wanted revenge.
It's almost like that person is fading away.Sorry... I'm sorry...I'm fully aware of your feelings.How you don't want me to become reckless too.What should I do?Even though he is now nowhere but in my heart.About how you came to love me.You're starting to enter my heart.