An Act of Gratitude

Erend and Billy looked at each other. Then they turned their eyes to the teenage girl.

It's already the weekend, so kids who usually go to school are enjoying their day off.

But instead of enjoying time off for having fun, this girl prefers to do this volunteer event.

"What are you doing here?" Erend asked.

"Oh, this is what we do every weekend. We clean the graves where the soldiers died on the western battlefield," the girl replied.

"That's good," Erend replied.

The girl smiled a faint smile. "It's very rare for military officers to come to these graves. I think that's strange because... aren't they part of the military too?"

Erend and Billy once again glanced at each other. They don't know what truth the citizens of this country know about people being forced into the military.

But supposedly, it was impossible to cover up. Massive recruitment involving the lower social classes will certainly not go unnoticed by them.