A Soldier's Sacrifice: The Cost of War

It was a tranquil night during World War II. Jim, a soldier, joined a team to save people during the war. He had just lost his daughter--it was her birthday; he should have celebrated it with her in a shelter--but his daughter was hit by a bullet on her chest through her heart. There was no miracle; he saw his daughter's blood flow out, falling down to the ground. 

Jim could help not but participate in the action to save people with his eyes blurred by tears; he didn't want anyone to suffer from the pain of losing their beloveds. The team had no time to think, only to act and do their best. They worked for hours--though exhausted, they couldn't stop. 

During the only small break, one of Jim's fellows showed a picture of his son. "I had a daughter the same age as your son, "said Jim sorrowfully in tears, "It was her birthday, but she died. And I can't celebrate for her anymore." The man comforted him. The alarm went off all of a sudden. Their enemies approached. 

They settled down the people they saved and hid in the trenches. Suddenly, Jim found a little girl on the street, innocent and lovely, just like his daughter. With no hesitation, Jim rushed out to her, hoping to save her. Looking at the girl, Jim's daughter appeared in his mind. Jim crouched down, staring at her. "Child as you are, my daughter cannot laugh anymore; Never will I see her, touching her face again, "Jim said to her as though he was meeting his lost daughter, "You should grow up, safe and sound. So should my daughter. " After the last word, he pushed her into the trenches. A bomb fell down on him, exploding. 

So as Jim thought, the girl survived, growing up, safe and sound. Yet, both he and his daughter died. They could have celebrated her birthday if there had been no war.