The young soldier, stationed on guard at a foreign city street corner, sheltered himself from the biting late evening wind by standing back against the lee side of a small, one storey building, occasionally peering around to view the large crowd that had gathered on the main street.

He didn't know why the people were there, nor did he care; after all, it wasn't his country, and none of his concern. He had been in the Army for only six months, enlisting on the same day when he had turned eighteen, and he didn't understand the local language or any of the country's dialects. He could speak only a few words and phrases, just enough for him to occasionally purchase some of the local food and beverages.

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