D-Day Anniversary. Part 2
April 11, 1945. 3:15 P.M.
Etter Mountain. Weimar, Germany. Buchenwald concentration camp.
“This is too much… those sons of bitches…!”
Alfred nodded. He didn’t need to turn to know Kirkland was beside him, looking with horror at the pile of bodies. Their faces were drawn with pain and starvation, bony limbs were twisted in unnatural directions ( ( Read more... )
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You are a very lovely writer.
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Why, thank you! :,D That makes me happy! And thanks for friending me, hun! I'll make you sure you enjoy any future readings, for sure! :>
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So, part two... Gosh, you did an excellent job at portraying the crudeness of war and how every man has to fare for themselves. Absolutely love your Alfred (again, you already know this, right?) and the characterisation of everyone else, really.
Kudos on the atomic bomb parts. Especially liked that imagery you gave with the "Pompeii" bit. And the obviousness of your being an artist as well, with the descriptions of the blood on the walls (loved that, I tell you, love that)
So, yes, you did a most amazingly good job here, love. When I am not feeling so lazy, I shall add this to 'memories' thing... ;;
The ending line really makes me think of the lyrics of that song by Stars "The Beginning After the End".
"Oh the blood and the treasure and the losing it all
The time that we wasted and the place where we fall
Will we wake in the morning and know what it was for,
up in our bedroom after the war?"Though I still can't ( ... )
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Haha I was talking to my brother about this and I was mentioning that the sex part happened and then the Concentration Camp scene and he was wondering why it wasn't awkward between them XD
[ Weird, sexual tensions! hahaha ]
I was like "yeah, they were just talking as if they were buddies, well except for the part where Alfred said Arthur was like his wife but other than that, that night was just one that they would NEVER EVER MENTION AGAIN"
And it's not like they can... T_T
[ Wonderful story, very beautiful and I loved the imagery ^ ^ You're a wonderful writer :) ]
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I cried. Since the beginning. Since I read about that concentration camp. I know too much people that lived through this hell. Guess I'm over-sensitive now.
I cried more when Feliks started to sing. When you put lyrics to it here. My father used to sing this lullaby to me when I was small. I miss those times...
I cried when Kiku started to think about the war.
I cried when I read that Arthur died.
I cried when I thought that I'm glad that we live in different times.
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