After I changed clothes, Jack and I set out for a walk through the pack. I was pleasantly surprised to notice that nearly everyone we passed greeted me with a cheerful "good morning." Their warm smiles and friendly waves created a delightful atmosphere that made the morning feel even more special.
We made our way to the makeshift hospital tent. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy, weighed down by the recent loss. Jack stood with a solemn expression, his pen poised over the death certificates of the warriors who had bravely fought and fallen the night before. Each signature felt like a final farewell to those who had given everything.
After a brief moment in the tent, I felt the weight of the place pressing on my chest. I stepped outside, seeking a breath of fresh air, allowing me to gather
