Ova priča inspirisana je stvarnim ljudima i događajima tokom Drugog svetskog rata, među kojima je i pilot-lovac Ivan Kozhedub, ujedno i moj glavni lik. Mnogi likovi, kao i događaji plod su moje mašte, ali i pored toga, svrha ovog dela ostaje ne promenjena. Kako su ljudi tada živeli? O čemu su razmišljali? Šta su želeli? - samo su jedna od pitanja na koja ova priča ima odgovore. Predstavljam Vam ljubavnu priču između pilota i bolničarke, tužne događaje koji su se ređali jedan za drugim, mnoga prijateljstva koja su se ugasila, ljudsku zavist i ljubomoru. Cilj mi nije da se bilo ko oseća ljuto ili povređeno, već samo da se neke stvari nikada ne zaborave. Svaki čovek koji je preminuo tokom Drugog svetskog rata preminuo je zbog tebe, mene, nas. Da bi mi živeli kako živimo danas, i upravo zbog toga ovu priču pišem vama. Ljubav, patnja, prijateljstvo, sreća, tuga... - Pa, hoćemo li početi?

Asked the wise one "Ah a child.... what could a child possibly seek from this one" replied with haste "Strength is what I seek". Intrigued by the child's quick response he tells the child, "Come, sit here o' little one". The child, as he sat, the wise one looked at the child from the head to the toe, all but he saw was a body full of scars and bruises; which is clearly visible through his torn and bloodied clothes. The old one asked him once again, "What kind of strength do you seek? physical? or intellectual?"; "One will do no justice! I need both the Physical Strength to defend myself and Intellectual Strength to command!" replied the child with determination in his eyes, such determination in one is rare; for a child even rarer. But he is no mere child, "why is he not" is what one would ask, the simple answer to that question is that, the child stopped being a mere child the moment he was filled with immense hatred towards the venom in the society. The old one, who saw the determination in the eyes of the child thought to himself that he no longer has to wait for a worthy pupil, any longer in his prolonged life. The wise old one stood up, walked a few steps towards him and slowly and softly landed a hand on the top of his head then said, "O' little child no... My apprentice, you will soon gain what you seek".