Status Updates From In Falling Snow

You can believe in a vengeful God. You can believe in medicine. It will all fall away. Truth runs under the world, a deep black seam of truth, and that’s in the end what we seek, as doctors and as human beings.

I was my brother’s keeper, and I lost him.

I felt disembodied, as though I was no longer part of the world, almost as if I was the snow.
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The black trunks of trees, the grey sky, the dead landscape of murdered France.

Later we walked down to the sea and I was struck suddenly by the futility of it all. The sea was still the sea. Nothing important had changed, and yet we had been years patching up the bodies of men so they could be torn up all over again.

It occurred to me send that the war would go on, it wouldn’t matter if a peace was struck, the damage was so great that the war would go on for generations. A little boy I saw on his way to school, his mother and sister trailing behind, would have no father, no way to know anymore how to be a father. And on and on.

The war intensified everything, as if we knew, for the only time in our lives, how precious a moment is, a stone, a flower, a person. Not that we thought we’d die... I certainly didn’t but death was all around us, death, and severed limbs and broken men. You couldn’t see that, I mean, really see it, and not contemplate your own place in it all, not see you only had this moment to live in.

We none of us should talk of the war as if it’s anything but evil. We’ve lost the right to be called human.

“Of course we’ll manage. After all, we’re women.”

Very well thought out characters!

Very immersive