Outside the bunker it's hot. The heat found yet no home in the bunker. The heavy machine guns are greased and ready to nibble and bite whatever and wherever he points. To stay behind them gives you a sense of sureness. It's a sunny morning. Through the slits the grassy plain has an infinite look. After the morning gathering, they're all waiting for the upcoming enemy offensive. Moral is high. Most of them have front line experience. Several hours later the battle is at it's full. He shoots like crazy. For one short moment he hears nothing, he doesn't exist. The bunker has been hit by a large shell and collapsed. The munition that was stored underground ignites and explodes. He is propelled from the reinforced concrete grave in the direction of the advancing enemy troops. Some ...
Reinvent, commute whatever comes to mind, It will still be bound by the laws entwined. Abnegate, disown everything in sight, It will still exist in all of its might. Trick yourself, believe you will change the fate, Counter all the voices that could make you wait. No, it’s not pure logic that will guide your lane. Contrary – the madness is what keeps you sane.