Silent and Resigned
December, 1871
The morning is dark and dreary; the sun has risen but the winter fog diffuses the light to make the world a dismal gray. Even the snow-covered ground does not look quite white, but a depressing ice-blue. A dark figure wanders through the winter fog. The slim form, normally so graceful, moves slowly and heavily as though carrying a massive burden.
"Again. Here I am again. How can it be?" she thinks as her delicate feet crunch the frozen ground below. "Wasn't I just here? Well, not this exact place, but it feels exactly the same. Why do these places all feel exactly the same? No. This one is worse. This time is worse," she thinks as she approaches the rows of crosses.
"Why must I always say good-bye to the men I love?" She secretly hopes there has been some mistake. She won't find his name here. It's not here because he's not dead. But as she steps closer, she can read the name clearly even as tears fill her eyes. When she reaches out and her fingers lightly touch the engraved name, reality crushes her. The tears spill over and she collapses to the ground with a great sob of grief.
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