Other men died with their intestines
before their eyes, the lucky ones
got blown to bits, but fear extended
seconds from the sound of the shell's
coming. You, you died of a mosquio
bite, and became the symbol
of a soldier's heroic sacrifice.
Never say that the near-blind
destiny wouldn't have a sense
of occasional irony.
17.06.2023
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