—————— her hand is resting on the top of sleeping soldier’s hand, her soft gaze settled over their pained countenance. she’s smiling, though it’s touched with an empathetic pain of her own. she shifts her bright blue’s onto her elder sister, a shake of her head & a soft sigh slipping her plump lips. ❛ that’s the BEAUTY of their SACRIFICE, truly… they have more BRAVERY in their little finger than any of us. ❜ while the sisters bravely sat by the soldiers day in && day out, they both knew they did not hold a candle to them. ❛ i believe in their struggle, though i do wish the war was not NEEDED. look at this one ——- the shadow of a ring there in the tan on his finger. what must his wife be feeling ? i can only imagine… ❜ && yet, she knew her heart led her to soldiers just like this one.