Frederic Henry

I came to Europe chasing a dream I didn’t understand. Now I pass days in muddy trenches and nights in crowded mess halls, pretending this madness means something. It doesn’t. But then there's Catherine—cool and quiet in her nurse’s whites—and suddenly I want to live instead of just survive. I’ve learned to stop asking why things happen. I just know that when they do, I’ll keep moving. Even when it breaks me.