#necedit

“Here’s the truth — baby, here’s the truth. I’ve got a rootless heart. I don’t think I’m meant for loving, or at least not anymore. And I should die out here. I’m the kind of guy who’s not meant to go back.“

Not Easily Conquered

"I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole."

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A Long Winter

By the time dawn breaks murky and pink on the horizon they’ve already been humping for a mile through the cold wet of Austria. There’s a lot of waiting to be had in war, and the shelling doesn’t start until dusk. Time bleeds and stretches. It lasts for maybe an hour or two before the enemy pulls back. But then something strange happens to the ground. It tilts and shifts and vibrates beneath them. The dirt is disturbed; it bounces and hums. For a moment he’s convinced it’s an earthquake. Then he sees the tanks. The Thirteen Letters

NEC

VII