[ WP ] You are separated from your brother at a young age by an oppressive entity . You meet later fighting for opposing forces .

Two boys stand next to small cottage and hug each other, as their mother speaks to older man nearby. Her words are full of sorrow, and warped by foreign accent. 
 “ Thank you for taking care of him ” she says, fighting off the tears. “ I just… I won ’ t be able to do it. He is good boy, you will see… ” Her voices cracks and tears start to roll down. 
 “ Now, now… Don ’ t weep. It shall all be good. ” says old man. “ It shall all be good. Now, go to your children. ” A faint hint of smile appears on woman ’ s face. She goes to the pair of children and with visible effort tries to be strong. 
 
 “ Kids, we talked about it. ” She says in French. “ Elliot, go to your grandma. Jan, you must go to your grandpa. We will meet each other often, I promise. I must go to Paris, to my sister. She needs my help. And you… ” Her voice rises, so she stops to regain composure. “ I need you two to be strong. Please, be strong. ” 
 She turns around and hides her face in hands. Two boys break the hug and turn around. They slowly walk towards their new guardians. 
 
 
 FORTY FIVE YEARS LATER 
 
 
 Yellow gas has already been blown away by wind. Man in major ’ s uniform wades through trenches. One or two times his legs fail him and he nearly trips on debris of fallen building and limbs torn from bodies. He stops when he sees a man dressed in sergeant ’ s attire approaching him.'*Mein Herr*, I report that the enemy is deserting, injured or dead.' Hand he has raised to salute officer was visibly shaking. The man who just killed thousands, scared when faced with another murderer. Major nods, and sends young officer off with gesture of hand. 
 
 He proceeds to walk through the battlefield, admiring the destruction. Suddenly, among the bodies of people unfortunate enough to have inhaled the murderous gas, he sees a helmet of French *commandant*. He walks across what only few hours ago was witness and victim of fierce combat. 
 
 He reaches the pile, and drags the body out of it. He turns the body around, so that he cansee the face of his fallen enemy. The sight makes his eyes widen, his jaw drop, and sweat appear on his face. He sees himself, as if he was looking in the mirror. It seems like that, at least. Few scars in odd places, marks not present on German solider. But, no doubt, he holds a person of uncanny resemblance. In shock, he does not remember immediately the events of years long past. Suddenly, a tear starts to roll down his cheek. Now he remembers. And he won ’ t forget. He can ’ t forget. 

