Cold.Cold.Tobias SpannagelIf there was one thing that went thought his mind at the time of his dying, it was the fact that it was too cold. Too cold for anything other than huddling close to his comrades, trying to equally divide what warmth the weather did not steal between them. No coal, no gas, nothing that could be used to start a fire. They were starving and cold, begging for some salvation to be given to them. Some cried at night, he had been one of them. His commanding officer was supposed to be hanged, but that come how went awry and the once jovial, larger than life personality wa
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