The War the Piper Had Come to Claim Me

Wilfred was back at home, recovering and taking on lighter duties. While i slogged through the mud of flanders. I had a few close calls myself, including the flame thrower that marked me so distinctively. If the rain hadn't almost liquefied the mud of no man's land, i'd have gone up like a lucifer. Every time we lined up to go over the top, i would watch them, look into their faces. Most showed naught but the starkest fear,. But a few of them seemed distant. For a moment, i could have sworn i once again heard that music on the breeze. The only thing they'd found near by were the

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