One face smiled at him, much brighter than the thirteen others.
Putting his family picture back inside his wallet, he took out another.
Now only one face smiled. His daughter. His little girl.
The war had been long. Too long and too cruel.
He was a changed man. With a pang he realized that everything back home had changed too.
His little girl was no longer little.
She had learnt about this cruel world too, he thought, as he knelt in front of her grave.