The Germans have taken over a French woman’s farm and are using it as
Oh, well. Can’t blame her too much, eh boys? We have invaded their country and made it part of ours--part of mine, that is. But only because they were about to attack us. But oh, boys, that little girl reminds me so much of my daughter, Gisa … Look, here I am. Friedrich Muller, aged thirty-nine, not yet a ghost, photography of wife, and daughter, Gisa …
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Will this work, will it? This camouflage, this coward hiding right under the nose of the war. This deserting without actually leaving? ...
Nick Stafford, War Horse, E-book ed., Faber & Faber, 2007, pp.66-67
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