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<blockquote data-quote="MelaninWarlord" data-source="post: 62169" data-attributes="member: 428">Snow laying all around, ice is coated onthe ground, neither the river nor theroad can we see. Horses, they&#039;re dead wefear, but we cannot leave them here. Whatis this awful place? It all looks thesame to me. Smoking a cigarette, neitherworry nor regret. What the hell, it&#039;sfreezing cold, might as well lightanother one.Rations are rotted through, neitherfish nor rice will do. Tre food makes Tredays drag on in such a blur, trying towarm the sea. Of course, you know the woodis green.Smoke going everywhere, it&#039;s notthe comfort I&#039;d prefer. Oh, but don&#039;t lookso glum, so says my jolly chum. The onlysour thing should be the army&#039;s famouspickledplum.Clothes we make into bed, sleepingon the ground we tread, soak through withice and snow. It&#039;s dreadful how we feel,shaking from cold and frost. I fear mymind is surely lost.&nbsp;How I yearn for home and warmth this icy hell feels unrealBut in this darkness gazing through this cloudless air moon is shining brightly on without acare. We are prepared for death, fightingto our final breath, longing for battleand to do our country proud.But how thefates have frowned marching through thesnowy ground. To freeze to death is notan end a soldier ever thinks he&#039;ll meet.Such is the way of life, only hardship,pain and stride, not like the highcommand things much that will returnagain.[MEDIA=youtube]5U2yCtue2QM[/MEDIA]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="MelaninWarlord, post: 62169, member: 428"] Snow laying all around, ice is coated on the ground, neither the river nor the road can we see. Horses, they're dead we fear, but we cannot leave them here. What is this awful place? It all looks the same to me. Smoking a cigarette, neither worry nor regret. What the hell, it's freezing cold, might as well light another one. Rations are rotted through, neither fish nor rice will do. Tre food makes Tre days drag on in such a blur, trying to warm the sea. Of course, you know the woodis green. Smoke going everywhere, it's not the comfort I'd prefer. Oh, but don't look so glum, so says my jolly chum. The only sour thing should be the army's famous pickled plum. Clothes we make into bed, sleeping on the ground we tread, soak through with ice and snow. It's dreadful how we feel, shaking from cold and frost. I fear my mind is surely lost. How I yearn for home and warmth this icy hell feels unreal But in this darkness gazing through this cloudless air moon is shining brightly on without a care. We are prepared for death, fighting to our final breath, longing for battle and to do our country proud. But how the fates have frowned marching through the snowy ground. To freeze to death is not an end a soldier ever thinks he'll meet. Such is the way of life, only hardship, pain and stride, not like the high command things much that will return again. [MEDIA=youtube]5U2yCtue2QM[/MEDIA] [/QUOTE]

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