"The thing is, the old geezer was one of us
"The thing is, the old geezer was one of us. Good English blood. Loyal. Served in the Parachute Regiment in the War."
"So?"
"So why did he get himself shot on account of a bunch of foreigners?"
"He was a nutter, looking for UFOs with his telescope. Went the rest of the way 'round the bend when his granddaughter went missing."
"And what's that foreign stuff he wrote?"
"Dunno."
The freezing rain is washing the blood from the old man's body. It is also washing away the foot-high chalked words from the wooden stockade topped with barbed-wire.
I./Arbeit macht frei./I
