BURIAL
The dead general had been quietly buried on the foot road at the bottom of a steep, sloping hill covered with tall, primordial pine and oak. They’d wanted to give him a proper send-off, but given the state of the war, that was hardly possible. They wanted to mark the spot where his body lay, for retrieval once hostilities had ceased. But even that was more luxury than current circumstance would allow. So they wrapped him in a blanket, removing signs of rank and station, placed him in the earth, and then marched onward, over his shallow and unmarked grave.
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