“When the fighting is over, you dig, You dig for your fallen comrades. Your slashed, your punctured, your hacked, and your broken comrades.
But here, on this strange hill in the middle of this strange country, there was still time. Still a chance for the comrades to live. That was the difference, and for all her scorn, and her scowls, and her anger, she clung to it as she clung to the spade, desperate tight.”
— May 16, 2023 09:24PM
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