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One June evening he wrote his last letter to his mother:

“Dear mum. I am so tired; I hate this war so much I have decided to come home.  I have to escape from this madness--”

It was very quite day on the front.   The river Don looked as any other river perhaps a little bigger than the Danube and reminded to Karoly of his home. The trees were still blooming and the country around looked peaceful. Karoly took a few steps closer to the river and touched the cold deep water--. He looked up at the sun, the sunlight shining and sending warm beams to the ground: “So nice, and no war around,” Karoly was unable to finish his thoughts. An enormous light flashed in front his eyes and took him by surprise.

“It can’t be a storm from a blue sky?” Then an explosion, a geyser of soil, pieces of wood and rocks spilling around him, and smell of blood and then nothing. He felt a moment of blissful relief.  He knew that smell very well.   His eyes were wide open but he saw nothing. His heart was still pumping blood and a red pool under his body grew larger.  He realize that he felt no pain, instead he feel like little boy in a mother’s arms so gentle, so sweet--

That was all he remembered.

Soldiers found a few moments later, when smoke and dust settled little, a badly wounded body face down on the ground, and looked as if he wanted to kiss the mother land one last time.