Tag: war
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REAP WHAT YOU SOW
The massive missile defence cannon lit up red and orange in the night sky. ‘Citizens, once again we are safe. Russia, Iran, Korea – no one can threaten our great city!’ The crowd cheered. Klaus slipped away as the mayor continued his rabble-rousing speech. Politicians and their half-truths, he thought. The defence system he had…
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Y IS FOR YPRES, BELGIUM
A STORY OF YOUTH IN YPRES, BELGIUM Matthias rested his head on his arm, leaning against the cool stone. He felt woozy, too much alcohol in the club. Worth it though, a great gig to round of Ieperfest. He had travelled from Munich for the festival, one of the biggest hardcore punk gatherings in Europe.…
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W IS FOR WARSAW, POLAND
A SCENE OF DIALOGUE FROM WAR-TORN WARSAW 18th April 1943; The Jewish Ghetto, Warsaw, Poland Jakub, Benjamin and Stefan sit around a table, cramped in the small room, with no lighting. ‘What do we do, let them take us? Then we are as good as dead already.’ ‘If we resist they will kill us where…
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M IS FOR METLIKA on the SLOVENIAN-CROATIAN BORDER
A STORY OF MENDING THE PAST IN METLIKA, on the SLOVENIA-CROATIA BORDER ‘It’s difficult for you to understand, child.’ Mia looked up at her grandfather, his rheumy eyes were moist with restrained tears. He managed a sad smile, ‘It’s difficult for me to understand. My whole life I belonged to one great country.’ His voice…
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FIELD HOSPITAL
Woozy. Sweat. Open eyes. Peeling paint, damp patches, broken ceiling fan. Movement next to me. Moist sheets. Another person. She moans. Dark hair, dark skin. Vague memories. A bar, drinking, her smiling face. Sit up, look round. Dilapidated. Head thumping. Air oppressive. Dry throat. Stagger to the window. Old, wooden frame. Open it. Humid air.…
Iain Kelly 