ANZAC Day is on Monday.
“I shall certainly,” Australia whispers, head tilted back, eyes staring unseeingly at the stars. His face looks slack, blank, but how much of that is due to uncaring shock and how much is due to the moonlit shadows and a month’s worth of tear-streaked dirt, New Zealand cannot tell. “Have eternal nightmares.” He whispers, words escaping out into the uncaring Turkish darkness.
New Zealand clasps his arm. It’s all he can do.
Quote is real. Not appropiate for Easter, but ANZAC Day is on Monday, and I live in an army town, so....
New Zealand clasps his arm. It’s all he can do.
Quote is real. Not appropiate for Easter, but ANZAC Day is on Monday, and I live in an army town, so....