After a particularly long battle in a particularly long war, the guns eventually stopped.
The bombs ceased to drop.
No sign of planes overhead.
The soldiers, however, were hesitant to leave their posts until their commanders gave the “all clear.”
As the company began to mobilize and take stock of the aftermath, a soldier came upon an interesting find in the field…
...the wallet of an enemy combatant.
Coming back to barracks, he asked his battalion what he should do with it.
“Nothing much to do now….”
“Who knows where the fellow is?”
The find slowly became forgotten as it was replaced by various pertinent duties, but as nightfall came, he realized that his own wallet was missing.
He soon realized that he must have dropped where he picked up the lost one.
Knowing that it contained his most personal and sentimental items, he resolved to go back to the spot.
The soldier snuck out of the barracks and made his way to the site, catching sight of an enemy soldier some 75 yards ahead of him.
Packing his sidearm, he drew his weapon, with the enemy soldier doing the same.
Eventually, they met each other.
“I think you should be needing this.”
Noticing their mutual dropped wallets, they relaxed.
“With as much as there is to lose out here, there’s no sense in losing hope.”
“But even when hope is lost, the only thing left is freedom.”