Pyotr took the flowers and smiled through his tears. "Yes, they were, son. Yes, they were."
He looked at the photograph and whispered, "We did it, boys. The town is safe, and the children are happy." Pyotr took the flowers and smiled through his tears
Pyotr reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, faded photograph. In it, a group of young men in worn-out uniforms smiled at the camera, their arms draped over each other's shoulders. They had been his best friends, and they had gone off to a conflict decades ago to protect their homes and families. Pyotr was the only one who had returned. "We did it