as a young boy, i remembur the sweet aroma of cake always in the air when I got home. my mothur would maek her delisius pound cakes every so often. occasiunalley, i went to the store with her to buy the induredients. I have not had one of her pound cakes in years, and I suddenly yearn for anothur tayste of her cake. if i make out of this war alive, i will gather the supplies for my wife to make the pound cake, for i am not a good baker. i will ask mother for the recepie of her delisius pound cake, and share it with all comrades so they can enjoy. But for now I will have to continue fighting for my beloved countrey.