Brutality

Brutality Ambushed outside a village some of the enemy were killed their bodies tied to our tracks to drag back trough the village there to stay as a warning; our unit should not be attacked. Some tracks were decorated in a war like gruesome splendour by using polished human skulls as were the doorways of bunkers and skulls used as mugs for beer; death always a close companion. There was the rumour of ears gathered to use as necklaces, or that some collected gold; the heat and fear dulling reason as a relentless war took hold, numbing emotions, building anger. Playing cards as calling cards placed on the recently killed; killed courtesy of “the unit.” Endless tension day and night constantly draining our humanity allowing brutality to take hold.