Loving Memory

Ah, they sacrificed their lives! I tried as hard as I could to protect them in battle, but in the ironic twist of fate, I survived, and they died in front of my eyes...
Take this piece of iron and carve their names! You have a steady hand and a sharp eye. Let the stone preserve the memory of them...

Carve the names, come on.

This is it... They could have had good lives, give birth to children, become grandmothers - but now their threads are gone, cut by the knife of war.
Leave me alone, please...