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TW: War Somewhere on the Eastern Front, June 1916 It’s been two years, but it may as well have been twenty. I don’t feel my age—not after what I’ve seen and gone through. It’s almost like I’m in a daze. I walk blindly through what feels like Hell on earth every single day, something a boy just shy of nineteen years should never experience. Nothing really matters anymore. I just want this war to end.Nothing matters, until I remember.I’m painted brown in a layer of mud and sitting in a waist-deep ditch, head leaning against the wall. Water poo...
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TW: BloodSeptember 1st, 1939Zbąszynek, Poland Even on a day when war loomed on the horizon, all I could think about were raspberries. Morning sunlight filtered through the partially open window of the kitchen as I leaned against the table, rocking on my heels and watching the cellar door. The house was quiet except for the noise of Ciocia Joasia rummaging through the stuff in the cellar and the isolated song of a bird in the beech tree outside. “Here it is!” Ciocia Joasia exclaimed from inside the cellar before closing the door and bounding ...
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