Out of the woods
I have such a strange feeling
Relieved to leave the battle behind me…
away from here,
away.
But for the most part dirty, I feel dirty,… I‘m disgusted… Are we cowards?
Are we abandoning the Dutch? leaving our men behind?
It‘s raining water,
It‘s raining bullets…
It‘s so dark… we‘re following the ribbon… how far is it? Are we doing well?
The sky illuminates. The Jerry have fired a flare.
Dive! I press my face deeper into the mud… here we lie, dozens of us,… on our bellies, trembling on the earth.
Don‘t move, don‘t breathe,… don‘t be there… My parents, my brother and sister, if only they could see me like this, their son. Here.
They havent a clue…
My hand on my chest, I feel the papers in my pocket, her photo, her letter.
Will I ever see my love Sarah again?
Minutes later. It‘s gone quiet.
We crawl through the trees along the white ribbon.
We crawl over tree roots and past the dead.
The man behind me grabs my jacket. His breathing is heavy.
Are you OK?”
Couldn‘t be better.‘
Suddenly a silhouette of a man appears in front of us,… shhh… Who is it?
‘This way,” he whispers: ‘move on, to that church..‘
Part 1 : Leaving Hartenstein
Part 2: Through the woods
Part 4: To the Rhine