The Soldier wore a uniform, amphibious boots, and a rifle slung over his shoulder. The Soldier was thinking. One single thought, the size of his head: in summer, from April night until Christmas, from midday until Tuesday. War. He thought about it always. But one day, a small house appeared in his path. Inside, it was warm and smelled of food. No one gave orders, and no one attacked. And then another thought occurred to him...