A SENTENCE BY ERNST JUNGER

April 7, 2012

Bloody scraps of cloth and flesh had been left on bushes around the crater – a strange and dreadful sight that put me in mind of the butcher-bird that spikes its prey on thorn bushes. From Storm of Steel, the World War One memoir of a German soldier, reality trumping fiction.  

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