"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
It’s a taste that I like to try, remembering those long gone days.
I had already walked, carrying the thirty kilos rücksack and the machine-gun, for more than fifty kilometers.
The training was tough, and the war not far away.
Three peppercorns and a bar of chocolate.
A para’s ration.
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