Soubin’s year of mandatory military service was here. He packed his bags with essentials, a photo of his family, a drawing by his daughter and some of his favorite food. The borders were hostile with active mines, uninhabitable terrain and arid vegetation. A war had broken out. One so intense, the likes of which had never been seen before. The poor and vulnerable had no choice but to serve. Countries everywhere fought. They fought for a very long period of time until they could no more. They could fight no more not because they had lost the will to fight but because they had lost so many in the fight. There weren’t enough people. The country’s birth rate had fallen. They had to pull back. So did their neighbors. Feeding their families was far more important than any war in the world. In the meantime, there was no food at Soubin’s home as the farmers had gone to fight.
