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Munet Journal, XIV

by Wakeguard Wiano Munet

The aftermath of a battle is always ugly.
Many soldiers despise it for the injuries, the breaking of gear, or the politics that come after the victor is decided.
For me, it is the process of body watching that I dread the most.

It starts with collection. The bodies are everywhere, scattered around the battlefield like a stack of paper left in the wind.
Alas, it is my job, and I do as I am told.
I walk stretches of bloodied sand and dirt with my cart for hours in the unforgiving sun, packing our fallen onto its wooden surface as I go.
The dealings are always deathly quiet, disturbed only by the squeaking of my cart's old wheels.

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