He was my colleague. He was my friend.
I was overtaken by a wave of grief.
I was overtaken by a wave of grief.
For a moment, it erased the thought that it was unlikely—
I would get out of this alive either.
I would get out of this alive either.
Written Content G.A.M. cc
Dead Soldier Photo1921
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