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Jul 11th, 2008 8:30:06 am - Subscribe |
| on the bus from the town of Chaulnes to the even tinier town of Péronne. my feet couldnt reach the ground and dangled as the bus climbed and fell down hills on its route. there were two other guys on the bus with me. one was a kid wearing track pants listening to a fake ipod. the other was a skinny guy with glasses and pursed lips. i was so excited i couldnt breathe. i saw poilus all around me, miles of fields of trenches and men, covered over by grain, grass and new life. i didnt know what i would find in Péronne, but with every bump i felt my breath stop. |
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