into the trenches i dived, flowing around like water in a stream. what a wonderfull day it was, what a requiem. I danced around from man to man, watching them, studying them, waiting for their time. I stumbled apon a line while I danced; a line of men kneeling and hunched over. behind them stood a man, tall and slender. In his hand he griped steel; knuckles white. I knelt before the first man kneeling in the mud. His face was scared and covered in mud, his eyes stormed with tears. I laid my hand on his shoulder and touched his brow with mine. He fell forward and began to sleep. I continued this for every man until i came across the last man in line, how different, how peculiar he was. HE was strong and did not weep. I leaped over his slumped form and embraced the man clenching steel; he fell. I danced around marrily touching all that came near, but never once did I go near the slumped strong man. When all was done and all was asleep the slumped man stood and he began to weep. Commrads in arms aprouched the weeping man and with them he went. I laughed with splender and continued to dance for I knew I was to see this man again for aslong as this war continued I would continue to dance and laugh and I WOULD see the weeping man again.