The Front

Eins

Zvei

Drei

I watch as bullets fly

 

Vier

Fünf

Sechs

The Bullets make bloody necks

 

Sieben

Acht

Neun

A body filled and dangerous line

 

Sehn

Elf

Zwölf

The enemy is like packs of wolf

 

Dreizehn

Vierzehn

Fünfzehn

How am I still sane?

 

Sechzehn

Siebzehn

Achtzehn

Is it safe to sleep then?

 

Zwanzig

I almost feel sick...

 

 

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