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.
— Aug 11, 2026 03:08PM
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