The Hero

It was night. The moon was full. She was dreaming. She saw her son; a doctor. She always wanted him to be a doctor. A knock on the door. Who could it be at this time? She opened the door; an officer and a soldier. They said: “the country needs him, it’s war and our country will fight for our future.” He went with them. Will she see him again? That’s what she dreams now. But she rarely dreams. Nightmares wake her up to check him from the window. Is he out there? Is it the wind or is he knocking the door? She checks the door every now and then….then she goes and checks his bed…
A knock on the door; an officer and a soldier. “Where is my son?” she shouted, “why isn’t he with you?”. The only words she heard; “your son is a hero now, he died so the country will live”. She goes to his bed…she lies there and cries…she sees her son…he is smiling…he is crying…he is fighting…he is dying…
They told me before they took him that the country will live… But how could it live without its blood?