Friday, 21 October 2011

herr helmut

the brown ground is frozen. the sky overcast, a monotone grey.

herr helmut sits on the top of a trench with his lower legs drooping into the trench. he is smoking a cigarette.

there was no one else around. the other soldiers had moved on and left helmut behind.

the peace of it all was beautiful.

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