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  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    Arlington: Christmas Eve, 1914 Dearest Christine, The last remnants of autumn have died away as the vice of winter tightens around the Front. The last poppies have withered to nothing, leaving the land barren. It is as if the hand of Death has plucked them out of the ground. It is cold here; so co...
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    “Gentlemen! Let’s go!” James shuffled along, following the stream of men walking over the duckboards. The soldiers were silent as they walked through the trench, the only sound coming from the sergeant calling out orders. The man in front of James stopped, facing Sergeant Harmon. ...
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    The sun is finally setting on this long day Which has taken so many innocent lives away. Despite the end coming near I still have not gotten rid of my fear. I think of you, my dear, daily As the shells begin their wailing. I cannot bear to think of life without you As so many of my fellow men...
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    Manicured green lawns, muddy shell-holes Rows of white crosses, a helmet upon a bayonet Beds of red poppies, deathbeds for the living Forever the fields of the lost A row of crosses for each row of names The white stained with a shock of scarlet One runs their fingers over the names, worn by...
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    Oh, the sweetness of giving in Full surrender In this land where ashes fall like snow And tears fall like rain My mind is a storm I continuously get lost in Now, I sit in the darkness of nightfall A lone candle providing a tiny flame of hope My heart reflected in the shadow cast upon the wa...
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    You will be home before the leaves have fallen from the trees. He looked out the window with cold, hardened eyes that didn’t actually take in the scenery in front of him. For the first time in years, pure rain streamed down the panes as he rested his forehead against the glass. Could the Kaiser ...
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    August 1940 You could only sit there and look at him in despair. Some unknown feeling, some indescribable sadness or pain building up inside of you; it finally boiled over every so often in the form of tears streaming down the face. You didn’t care…All that you cared about and mattered was no...

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