Pork Knuckle and Sauerkraut

He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´. The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had bombed Guernica with the Condor Legion, when the war had been ´civil´, always the lofty fellow he was, in full of flight. The infantry soldier's military canteen had become rather frozen but the Russians did not wish to share their Vodka. Let alone land, homes and women. Blood coagulated in his steel helmet from the outside and he wiped off his comrades´ brain with a shoe cloth. Uniforms have to be immaculate. It is quite a fine line between killer and puppet. But not to worry, the Führer has decreed that with a folding spade one can dig out of any minor obstacle. But when the frost broke his spirit, he saved the last hand grenade for himself to go out with a bang. Sour Kraut and frozen legs. Much cleaner than a bayonet although he would be missing in action forever. Maybe the supply lines would take home his last letter. not my fatherland remember me my sweetheart – disobeyed my oath 24th August 2020 Haibun Contest ´Let the Pens Flow´ Sponsor Jenish Somadas