OUR 3rd STORY:
The Dejection of War; an Eyewitness
The thundering started to come closer and
closer. We sat in one of the bunkers under the central
part of the city, listening to the loud noises creeping
towards us. We were the remainders of the first wave of
the German assault on the city of Mokra. The forty-five
survivors of the five hundred men that were going to
repel the second attack the Germans launched on
Poland. The last remaining soldiers of the cavalry
brigade Army Łódź.
We knew that in the span of an hour, we
would be dead. Every last one of us. Surprisingly, we
weren’t afraid. I looked across the small room onto one
of my comrades. His facial expression was not one of
fear, he knew what was coming, just like the rest of us.
He was prepared for his inevitable fate. A pair of dark
brown eyes met my own.
We sat there for a moment, just staring at each other.
There was no emotion in the way he gazed at me. It was
as if all happiness had disappeared from the world.
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