The War Merit Cross
It’s dark in here and smells of burning axle grease, stale canvas and leather. Because of the cramped conditions, we’re constantly jostling each other. It’s inevitable, given the lack of space and how they’ve packed us together. Despite being thrown about during our enforced transportation, the rhythm of the train has a soothing effect. The only drawback is not being able to see our immediate surroundings and, above all, not knowing our ultimate destination. Intermittently, t