Already preparing to sleep, his wife was startled, looking at the ceiling immersed in darkness after the lights went off, and thought for a moment, "I hope for world peace."
Intellectuals remain somewhat calmer compared to ordinary civilians during wartime, and as a woman, she is not keen on war.
Koskao was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."
His wife laughed and reached out to touch Koskao's cheek, "You don't need to apologize for the war, try something simpler, maybe we should have a day off?"
Perhaps only Koskao knew why he apologized, and he agreed, "Once I'm done with this busy period, we can take a good rest."
"That would be great!", his wife sighed lightly, "Sleep now, tomorrow we have a lot of work..."
For two consecutive days, Koskao recorded some intelligence in code. On the third day after work, near the sentry post, he tripped and fell.
A soldier quickly helped him up. After thanking him, he looked at his cracked leather shoes and complained a bit.
