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At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
This was the psychological state we were in when the war arrived. The war was not a political issue for us. We were thinking neither about the question of war guilt nor about a victorious outcome; we…