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#1943
As we retreated through the deep snow trudging onwards,  I felt as if my fingers were becoming too cold to hold the rifle let alone fire it. I lost my gloves days before and needed others to use my rifle if attacked. Then on a wall over a bridge I saw some abandoned gloves on top. I went to gather them, but dropped them both: there were hands inside stiff and white. We matched on through the deep snow the enemy bringing up the rear. I never forgot the hands in gloves long after the war, the memory always recalled what it was I saw.
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May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
Hand in Handschuhen 1943.
And it's got to be a double wedding and things got hectic making sure the dresses were ready in time and your sister was so nervous she puked once but the grooms were on leave from the army (soon to be dispatched to England) and you stood in your bedroom at home while your mother fussed about things and your hair needs more doing to it she said your sister was in her bedroom with our aunt Bess fussing over her and you thought of Chuck and what it would be like later that day after the wedding and you were in bed for the first time and what to expect and yes a double wedding and double bedding (different places of course) and you are getting anxious and bite your nails and your mother says don't bite your nails so you stare at her and wish maybe you weren't marry Chuck but instead Brad who is in Italy fighting and that time Brad and you kissed out back of the house and his lips and yours pressed so tight no air could get between and you touched and hugged but that's all you kept it clean but now you're going to marry Chuck and you do not want to have him at all.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
DO NOT WANT TO 1943.
The snow was blowing among the trees. In large wet flakes it tumbled down. My captain turned, as if to speak, but from his lips there came no sound. A red rose bloomed there on his chest -staining dark the Wehrmacht grey. I looked in horror as he pitched face forward to the ground. ****** I yelled and ducked for cover. The copse of trees echoed the sound. Somewhere out there he awaits; the Devil’s son, the cunning foe. He’s stalked our party for three days yet leaves no footprints in the snow. I served in France in Forty –one; before   these Russians were our foes. I shiver but it’s not from fear; it’s just that we lack winter clothes. I motion briskly with my right hand, I think the shooter must be there my corporal nods and starts to move; perhaps he can outflank this man. My soul is black for I’ve done some things;   for which I once would have been ashamed. I saw the Jewess try to shield her babe as I placed them in a common grave. This man out there, a warrior; he risks his life upon command. He is clever, this one, he waits his chance. Either its him or me that’s dammed. The drifting snowflakes hide his breath. But He’s still out there this I know. My Captain lies still upon the earth and is slowly covered by the snow. We are soldiers who risk our lives. We sacrifice for the Fatherland. We dream of a woman and a warm bed Never of Death’s cold clammy hand My men cry out, the fox is flushed The ****** has at last been found. It’s true what they say of the bullet that kills you; I never even heard the sound.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
******
The snow was blowing among the trees. In large wet flakes it tumbled down. My captain turned, as if to speak, but from his lips there came no sound. A red rose bloomed there on his chest -staining dark the Wehrmacht grey. I looked in horror as he pitched face forward to the ground. ****** I yelled and ducked for cover. The copse of trees echoed the sound. Somewhere out there he awaits; the Devil’s son, the cunning foe. He’s stalked our party for three days yet leaves no footprints in the snow. I served in France in Forty –one; before   these Russians were our foes. I shiver but it’s not from fear; it’s just that we lack winter clothes. I motion briskly with my right hand, I think the shooter must be there my corporal nods and starts to move; perhaps he can outflank this man. My soul is black for I’ve done some things;   for which I once would have been ashamed. I saw the Jewess try to shield her babe as I placed them in a common grave. This man out there, a warrior; he risks his life upon command. He is clever, this one, he waits his chance. Either its him or me that’s dammed. The drifting snowflakes hide his breath. But He’s still out there this I know. My Captain lies still upon the earth and is slowly covered by the snow. We are soldiers who risk our lives. We sacrifice for the Fatherland. We dream of a woman and a warm bed Never of Death’s cold clammy hand My men cry out, the fox is flushed The ****** has at last been found. It’s true what they say of the bullet that kills you; I never even heard the sound.
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