Thursday, March 12, 2009'♥
The general brought the legion group of captured prisoners into the restrictive zone of the enemy camp. As much as they wanted to balk and stall for time, they knew that this will not do them any good. Without any choice, the group of prisoners trudged reluctantly towards the old rundown workshop. There, they are told to dismantle what seemed to be unending rows of furniture. As they listened to the instructions, a feeling of nostalgia overcame them as they vividly remembered how carefree they were in the past - Gathering firewood to keep their family warm during the harsh winter. But at that time, they were doing it for their family, unlike now. Their family was counting on them for firewood, yet, they knew that there was no way to help them now.