April 11, 1945. 3:15 P.M.
Etter Mountain. Weimar, Germany. Buchenwald concentration camp.
“This is too much… those sons of bitches…!”
Alfred nodded. He didn’t need to turn to know Kirkland was beside him, looking with horror at the pile of bodies. Their faces were drawn with pain and starvation, bony limbs were twisted in unnatural directions (
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On the women doubt, to clarify certain confusions: France was with two women at the same time, although one was resting and apparently he got one for America as well who ended with England instead. Mysterious third prostitute, indeed... hurr anyway, I respect your opinion and will take that into consideration next time.
Oh wow, really? No, no, no that's okay. Constructive criticism is something one hardly gets and this comment is important. Nit-picky or not.
Ah... and yes, I am aware that my descriptions can sometimes be a tad misleading or confusion. Sometimes I just write and write and write and many things get mixed up and I don't notice that... :x
And I'm honored that you say that! Really, thank you so much!
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