Columns of black smoke broke the cloudless blue skies and everyday a new one rose. It seems to get closer and closer to the refugee camp but as long as the cries of terror were inaudible, the distance was deemed safe.

The lord's sergeant, covered in maille with a bright and clean surcoat, came to the camp with another supply wagon and the refugees, thin and weak, suddenly had a burst of energy and raced towards the sergeant and his men.

"Fall in line, damn it!" the sergeant yelled.

"I've been telling you this every week and you still can't get it, you dirty dogs."

The crowd complied to the sergeant's command and begun forming multiple lines.

As the bread started to be distributed, a thin and bearded man just left his tent and ran to the end of the line.

"Hey John, over here," another man in the middle of the line shouted. John immediately found him and ran towards that man.

"Fall in line before me, friend, it's alright," the man said.

"Thank you, Mark. I'm sorry for being sluggish, I was just washing my wife in the tent," John replied.

"It's alright, John. I know your wife just gave birth, she needs all the help she can get."

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"Yes, of course, thank you again, Mark."

"What's your baby's name?"

"Henry."

"Congratulations, John. Another handsome devil eh."

John chuckled. Mark gave John a tap on the shoulder.

Two hours later, John finally reached the front of the line.

"Here. Now go," the soldier said after handing him a roll of five long bread and a bag of potatoes.

"Sir, may I have a bit more potatoes? My wife just gave birth to another child. She needs the nutrients, sir," John begged.

"I said off you go. If I gave you more, there might not be enough for the next families."

"Just a little, sir, it's just that she's very weak, sir, jus-"

"It’s alright, John, you can have some of my potatoes, my sister doesn't like them that much anyway," Mark interrupted.

"Hear that? Now get off the damn line." the soldier commanded.

Mark received his share of the provisions and John waited for him at the side of the line.

"Here, John. Take half of my potatoes. It's alright."

"Thank you, Mark. But you don't have to help me so much, I don't want to burden you, friend," John said with a sigh.

"Don't feel bad, John. You're not less of a man for receiving help from a friend."

"Yes, but-nevermind. I swear I'll return the favors, Mark, you have my word."

Mark gave John a nod and separated.