It was starting to drizzle with daylight fading fast, in the distance you could see a tired lone figure walking towards the civilization. As he approached closer in the fading light a glimpse of his face showed scars of battle that he carries, scars that remind him of the painful memories where he has been hurt in the battles of life.
He walks under the lonely tree and decides to remove his armor and put down his sword. Under the tree he sits looking at the fading light of the day, with spark in his eye he looks at the fading sun and reflects on what has been – days of glory and days of agony, loved by many and scarred by some.
He sits there trying to make peace with what he has left – nothing but just bare memories of days gone by. As he starts to close his eyes his whole life flashes in front of him reminding him of how blessed he has been in his journey, a journey that has spanned across decades. Thinking about fallen comrades makes him sad, it hurts him and with tear in his eye he looks at the heavens and utters, “We shall meet again..”