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The remains of a soldier laid on a muddy plank of wood, and that was the first day at the Front. George pushed the memory aside like an annoying fly, but it stayed there as he watched Polly make up his bed. And the hand sticking out of the trench, a wedding ring still visible discoloured by blood. George studied the maid as she moved, how she smoothed down the cover with the side of her palm. He wished she  could smooth out the memories stuck his head: the calls of the wounded and faces of the dead.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Remains 1917.
The remains of a soldier laid on a muddy plank of wood, and that was the first day at the Front. George pushed the memory aside like an annoying fly, but it stayed there as he watched Polly make up his bed. And the hand sticking out of the trench, a wedding ring still visible discoloured by blood. George studied the maid as she moved, how she smoothed down the cover with the side of her palm. He wished she  could smooth out the memories stuck his head: the calls of the wounded and faces of the dead.
An officer with shell-shock in 1917
TerryCollett
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
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