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Forget not.
Those who fell before us.
Paving the way of freedom.
On cold nights in Germany.
Where beasts and men were as one.
I know my ancestors fought here.
I can here the jangling of buttons and metal.
I can smell the oil and sweat.
I can feel the cold and the buzz of fear rising in the bellies.
I know that eyes looked down at hands and forgot who they belonged to.
I know that tears stopped after the first month.
And the tremors of tanks turned into tremors of the body.
I have a memory of all this. But I don’t know who it belongs to.