Oreva was only eight years old when his father left for warfront. His father was in the army and had been sent out of the country on peace keeping mission.
He never forgotten that morning when his father was leaving. His father was fully dressed in combat gear and carrying a rifle. He and his mother were outside the house in the barracks.
"I will be gone for a while my son. I want you to always be a good boy and help me look after your mother," his father had said. "Are you going to fight a war?" He has asked.
His father had smiled at him. He crouched and place his free hand on Oreva's shoulder. "I am not going to fight a war. I am going for a peace keeping mission. I am going to restore peace in a war zone," his father said.