These soldiers belong to my father since he was a child. They belonged to someone else , whom I cannot recall, and were offered to him when he was old enough to play with these little toys. They are old and full of scars, they have been kept in a shelter for ages, like if they belonged to a museum, but they are precious and have never been forgotten. At a certain point in life everybody wants to be an astronaut, a fireman, or a doctor. And, at a certain point in life, everybody has to fight, has to be a soldier.

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