To an outsider, it would have looked like a beautiful winter’s day. The young friends laughed and played in the crisp air, like carefree students on holiday or on a romantic getaway. The worries of war and death, fleetingly, for a thankful moment, banished from their minds. Their laughter wafted across the open expanse through the barn doors and over the deafened ears of the dead farmer and his wife buried underneath the haystack.
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