It’s the mid 1700’s. He came back from his battle. He lost a lot of men on this battle. He went to his favorite no placed.
Which was the cliff viewing down at the sea. Since it was summer the grass was bright green with flowers. He sat on the soft soil and grass looking at the waves crash into the shore.
You see him from afar. You already heard about his losses and felt worried in a way. He looked so peaceful looking at the ocean.. You slowly made your way to him.