First he decided to head to the left and thought just for a moment, " it'll be better if i go to the right" all of a sudden a smoke appeared. That cannonball took 13 people's life, he was still alive and that was a proud for him. He headed to the left, there was no news, no a sound, nothing from Harry. He was his last hope otherwise he was just gonnna die against to Russians in this war. How about his wife, how about his daughter? What will happen to them? This life, this war, are they really worth to die? What he was gonna earn? If this war was won, what he would have earned? Honour, status, figure, promotion, medal? What does it matter after dying? If he lost his life in this war, his name or his orphan daughter Karen would be a matter? There were thousands questions in his head, what to do? Attacking? Runnning away? Hiding? What to do? Jack was on his horse and thinking about this questions, future of his daughter, his wife.. His wife Nicola.. Ohh poor Nicola.. He shot on his right shoulder, he fell down. His horse didn't let him down but he couldn't manage it. He waited for help, a help, anyone who rescue him. -Moonlight Sonata- was playing in his head, everytime he played that song he dreamed his death and that was the time, he was going. "Harry, i'm here, rescue me" he tried to shout, he hardly heard that. Harry lifted him up and took it to the tent, the bullet kept killing him minute by minute. He was rescued, he was a veteran, a beautiful wife, a lovely daughter and a lovely house he had. He was still alive. It was a brave war for Jack.
