A party sets out to repair telephone lines on the main road in Kranenburg, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany, 22 Feb 1945. The road is awash in a four-foot deep flood caused by the demolition of dikes by the retreating Germans.
Note the use of the amphibious version of the M22 Weasel and a DUKW.
What is it that looms beyond these minutes, that ambiguous presence whose splayed hand contains the rain storms and metallic suns of Decembers past? When did I see you last? It might have been in the corridors of a dream, but I have no proof of this. Rather, what I have is a sequence of colors and their corresponding sounds. This room, lit by the little miracle of your once-being-here, a dull glow steadily tapering into darkness. I had some things I’d wanted to tell you. Do they still matter? Surely the fact that they persistently arise in my gutted heart like frost on leaves of grass counts for something. Not much, I’d reckon, but my own reckoning is of equal worth. I’d like to look you in the eyes again. I’d like the feel of your lips against mine for the first time and every time after. I’d like for you to know definitively that I’ve been thinking about you.
Battle of the Dnieper, 1943. During its four-month duration, the eastern bank of the Dnieper was recovered from German forces by five of the Red Army’s fronts, which conducted several assault river crossings to establish several lodgements on the western bank. Subsequently Kiev was liberated
01/11/2017 // day 25 of 100 days of productivity
It’s been a quiet day, filled in with some American cultures reading towards the end but here’s a November spread 🍂
Listening to Schindler’s List main theme