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Nazi soldier's thoughts on transportation of "cargo" The train is pulling out of the station and i'm not on it. I watch as the faces move out the hands push between the bars the faces squish together forming a chaotic blend of screaming tounges bloody noses and tear streaked cheeks. They keep their eyes open gazing across the empty wasteland called home. Or once was. The cargo is shipped on a new journey, like a death march on railroad tracks. Soldiers don't have opinions. If they were supposed to have them they would have been issued them.
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