Grief over a son lost to war. In the background devastation, burnt building after building, emptiness in a town where people had lived only a short while before. Not once are the adversary or the carnage mentioned; rather, the mother speaks of simple things – the first day her boy attended class, the last day when he was given the honors to ring the bell at school. She is given a gift of fresh spring greens by her grandchild. She talks. His death was sudden, its manner unspeakable.