AVGWarhawk thinking out loud but in a whisper
"Granted I'm on leave and tending to my favorite past time of gardening, I would have thought I would have been called back for duty with the new guests on this miserable rock. I was not much for the war but felt my duty to Germany only to find myself dispatched to this island."
Tends to the soil and plants.
"There was mention that we Germans eat well on this rock and it is true, but only due to my gardening of vegetables. Fortunate the climate allows for good growing."
Pulls a weed or two. Inspects a potato plant.
"If was not for my special garden of roses this island would ruin the spirits of even the best man! I was very fortunate to get the hybrid rose my father Anton created. The Schultheis Rose! Her beauty is my only rememberance of home."
Looks off into the distance thinking of home.
"Well, our new found friends in the POW camp will get our leftovers as dinner. The usual gruel. Enough to keep them happy but not enough to keep us from breaking them!"
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“You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
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