Chris was a brown-haired young man with brown eyes, fond of walking dressed in green. Despite the tragic childhood event, his life was quite nice and was coming the moment when he will learn whether he pass the exam of adulthood. Graduation.

He was 18 and was born in 1896 in Falcon City as the second son of a policeman and a former Union Civil War soldier. His mother worked as a teacher in a primary school.

He had an older brother named Martin. But unlike him, Martin had an elongated face, blue eyes, and blonde hair. He was four years older and could boast of getting a zoologist's diploma soon.

Yes, both siblings were inclined to love nature. After their father's death, they found solace in it, found what they had come to, and decided to dedicate their lives to it.

Also in each of them the experience influenced their studies at high schools. Chris studied ecology and nature protection, his older brother, unlike him, studied public administration.

Chris' big dream was to go to college after graduation and become a biologist. For him, it was a dream job. He could work with his older brother, and perhaps both siblings would even discover new animal species together.

His prom was supposed to be tonight. He was happy to find that he had passed the exam and now he was waiting for a farewell to his classmates he had spent four years with them in high school.

The school building was gray in the former accounting office. The building was shaped like a cube. In the classroom, typewriters were sometimes used in theoretical lessons, otherwise the curriculum was usually written by hand. Teachers used white chalk and a lubrication board during their lessons. In practice, students traveled to places where they will pursue their future occupations.

"I'll miss you my dear friend!" One of his classmates just patted festively dressed Chris on his shoulder, shortly after he arrived today to the high school. Chris was wearing a black suit, black trousers, and a white shirt under the hall, complemented by a green tie. At that moment he was on a gloomy corridor, the students of the lower grades were graduates who waited for their well-deserved ball.

"Oh man. I didn't expect you to come here!" Chris said and he looked at the another young man, however black-haired.

The man whose presence Chris was surprised was his former elementary schoolmate who became a turner. He worked at Varmitech's engineering plant next to the city The owner of the race, of Chinese origin, was renowned for his political on thr scene debates in the city, including Marxism debates, which came to America from Tsarist Russia.

Chris accepted congratulations from his old friend to the gym of the school where the graduation ball was to be held. Martin arrived quite early (he was also same dressed as Chris, but instead of him he had a blue tie) and Chris soon forgot his former friend, because after congratulating him he left. The girls in the dress looked at the two brothers and some even giggled.

Chris was nervous of one girl. The one he broke with recently. He broke up with her because of disagreements over the future of the relationship, and the wound still hurt him. He tried to do that he was not here, and he did not even celebrate when the school hired cabaret began to perform his musical work.

"Little brother, are you okay?" Martin asked him, Chris was somewhere else for his thoughts.

Chris was startled and immediately looked at his older brother, a college student drinking tea.

"Yeah, I'm ok." he said and he was a little nervous.

"It's your evening, go dancing with a some girl." Martin tried to nudge his younger brother to dance with a girl

Chris ignored the music and the joy around him. Yes, he was looking forward to college, but the broke still hurt his heart.

"No, I'm sorry, Martin, I don't want to." Chris said and went to the unobtrusive place in the gym door. He tried to think of good things. He will go to college and maybe find his soul mate as his older brother.

He pulled out his notes. He was not a writer-based man, but when he had mixed emotions, anger, sadness or depression, he helped to write down his emotions on the light yellow sheets of paper. Think of nice things, think of nice things, Chris thought.

Suddenly the speech began. The principal of the school ordered the music to stop, and it attracted all the graduates and their loved ones who came to visit them. Chris returned to his older brother and began to watch curiously and listen to her speech.

"Dear graduates and of course, students of this school from lower grades. I understand you. You are looking forward to colleges and their faculty, to the new people who do not succeed, but your cheerful will have to wait."

"What the hell is going on?" Chris muttered to his older brother, when he saw the proncipal of the high school on the place of a cabaret saying this

"I'm sorry Chris, I don't know." Martin shrugged

Speech continued.

"Before I tell you what this is about, I must point out that the same applies to our college students from University of Falcon City. The war with German Empire has begun in Europe and the United States will engage in the war at the outset, because of the UK's demand for war cooperation. You, the young men who have been sitting and sitting in our school desks make the most important thing in your life - sacrificing your life for you beloved homeland on the battlefield. I ask you what do you want the war with German Empire and their allies to get here?"

Everyone were shocked at that moment. Chris at that moment realized, that his plans fell apart due to war. Speech soon added on patriotism, which forced the young men, who was there to join army.

"You will fight for your country. The war is compulsory and every young man who is here is involved. For America!"

Followed by an enthusiastic, but brothers did not know what to think about it because of one war, they told them parents when they were children.

Chris seemed to be totally shocked and also that he was. He wanted to go to college, but for his homeland service on the battlefields of Europe, his dream would have to wait. Maybe the German soldiers would shoot him there, but what if the army wasn't that bad?

I'll fight with Martin for peace as a dad, he thought, that thought was giving him hope.