January 25, 2015-January 25, 2025
It's been a decade, but it seems like yesterday.
For other people, January 25 is just a normal day, but not for the wives, parents, children, and friends of the SAF 44, who bravely fought and sacrificed themselves in order for the Philippines not to encounter a series of bomb threats.
On the 25th of January 2015, forty-four members of the elite Special Action Force commandos of the Philippine National Police died during a clash with the Bangsamoro Islamic Freedom Fighters militant group at Mamasapano in Maguindanao.
I wrote this story to remind all people that there are heroes indeed who silently protect us every day. Men who do not wear fancy capes nor possess supernatural powers. Instead, they were in their dirty camouflage uniforms and combat wounds. Many of them choose to remain nameless and faceless because they do it out of love for their country and a sense of duty. The cost of defending our country and its freedom comes at a very high price.
The least thing I can do is to honor those men in camouflage uniforms who selflessly and tirelessly work each day, risking their lives in order to make our lives more safe and secure. This novel is a military fantasy romance, a work of fiction, but nonetheless, a tribute to all the brave soldiers out there.
I dedicate this story to these forty-four warriors who died while protecting our country.
Special thanks to Ezra Descalzota for this awe-inspiring book cover.
