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
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