The arriver

The midday sun cast a bright light on the square, illuminating a gathering of weary soldiers. They lifted their heads in unison, drawn to the sound of a helicopter approaching through the serene expanse of the blue sky. As it descended, a collective instinct urged them to step back, a reflex born from countless drills and experiences.

With precision, the helicopter found its place on the ground, kicking up a whirlwind of dust, grass, and debris in its wake. The air was filled with the roar of its rotors, a sound that seemed to engulf their earlier triumph. The celebration, which had just flickered to life in their hearts, came to a standstill as the helicopter's blades slowed and finally ceased spinning.