The Last Days of the war

The last days of the war.

A bitter winter not of our discontent.

The battle surges on, after the brief respite in safe harbor.

Snow.

Covering the ground between here and London,

rough travels ahead.

Repacked, reloaded —

Not home yet, but I’ll know it when I get there.

Departure: 11:00-ish

Destination: Hamburg

Hamburg

Port city

Dirty Water

Lovers

Muggers

Thieves

Tonight, I will be on my guard…

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