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Men in Dirty Colours

White snow falls upon these ruined frozen wheat fields, becoming a white blanket for the buried silent bodies of the soldiers. Men in dirty colours that still stand, with frailing white cloths covering their dark bloody wounds, gaze in awe at the silence of the delicate darkness. Howling winds, previously fueling fury within these men, settle down into a mourning breeze.

Faces of these men are smothered in dirt and blood; their empty eyes express their clearest shame. A bright star stands alone above these men in the sky, only accompanied by the falling moon. The day of Christ’s birth had arrived yet these men were waging in their unholy war when darkness was still present. These men in Royal Blue and Prideful Orange were at opposite ends, now united under the weeping white. Their shadows, casted by the dim moonlight, extend into the darkness.

As the Sun rises to shine upon this land, a small and wrinkled man in a ragged brown coat carries a pine tree nearly the size of him, trekking heavily through the snow. The men in dirty colours turn their gaze at this frail old man dragging a pine tree towards them, who places it in front of the buried bodies. More elderly people begin to arrive, coming from a small village only a frozen field away, bringing small snacks or even steaming cups of coffee; offering them to these men in dirty colours.

These men in dirty colours sighed, breathing out their heavy burdens, and taking the gifts with grace. The dawning sun brings brightness to the scene, turning the eyes of these men from empty and weary to glimmering jewels worthy of a King’s crown. Dropping their weapons made of old wood and rusted metal, these men in dirty colours chatted away their sorrows.

Village children, not thoughtful of the dirty colours, approached these men with smiles and questions, like newborn puppies playing with humans for the first time. These men cheered welcome to these children as more and more came.

As wooden tables and stools were beginning to be set by these frozen fields, these men in dirty colours became jollier with the time passing; enjoying the freshly brewed beer and golden baked goods. These men in dirty colours, former fiends in Royal Blue and Prideful Orange, stand with each other in shared white and red. These men in dirty colours, though their friends in buried fields, are enjoying Christmas together.