>He's a little kid during the previous war, ignorant of it
>Happiest kid on the block and a huge bundle of energy
>He just got a plate of piping hot breakfast and went outside to eat it on a lovely day
>He eats the bacon and bread quickly, saving the best for last
>Finally he reaches the scrambled eggs, still warm and juicy looking
>His house explodes behind him and he drops his plate in a startled panic
>He looks back to see a Martian mech laying waste to his neighborhood, but then it hits him
>He looks at his feet
>His scrambled eggs are all over the ground
>He tries to save them, but it's too late and there's dirt everywhere
>Even a few ants
>He goes cold and swears to never let another breakfast go to waste like that again