An Unenviable Job He spoke of pathetic, little packets of rice, that had been saved and carefully wrapped for the next meal; a piece of stale bread wrapped in a rag; heavily creased family photos that were splattered with blood; trinkets; carefully folded personal letters that had been perforated by bullets. A carefully coiled piece of string . . . stubs of cigarettes . . . The female victims were no less tragic. His list went on and on, but as he continued, his voice decreased to a whisper as he looked beyond me. For all of us, the war is
well over . . . but vivid memories linger still.
"Lest We Forget"
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