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I was there, alone in my foxhole, in the intense cold who reigned in master all around us.
I was there, alone in my foxhole, with no horizon.
We were there since an eternity. We try to warm us up, waiting for a hypothetical enemy advance. This war was becoming more than exhausting.
In this country where the winters are made of dense snow, and white mist. This would be poetic if there wasn't kraut artillery for pound us in any time.
I'm scared. I'm cold. I just wanted to be far away from this place. Far of this fucking war.
But we are Band of brothers. We stand alone together.
This war was only desolation and slaughter.
All of it for the madness of one man. The madness who destroy thousands of lives.
Pathetic.
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Suddenly, the bombardments started again, and violent bursts of German artillery exploded the trees all around me.
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