The front line is chaotic, and Havana is even more chaotic now.
A group of armed men in black military uniforms are kicking down doors from house to house.
"What are you doing?"
A woman's scream comes from inside the kicked-open door, as she looks in terror at the 'Gestapo' who have stormed into her home.
The captain at the forefront takes out handcuffs from behind his waist, his sinister eyes make the family tremble in fear, and with the other hand he places a conscription order in front of the woman.
"Mr. Nightmare is drafting soldiers, why hasn't the man of your house gone?"
The woman clings tightly to her just-turned-sixteen-year-old son, unwilling to let go, shielding him with her already thin back.
Her voice is tinged with sobs.
"My husband has already enlisted, why are you still taking my son?"
"A son is a son, a husband is a husband."
The conscription captain says coldly.
