A nude portrait of a 19 year old Russian model is not the right match for a war story...

Oil painting on canvas

Style: Surrealistic Realism

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was it hot?

it was hot

but it was getting cooler

just a little bit cooler

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he was lying down

in the corner of his little sand made house

in his dirty military uniform

sporting his dusty beard

holding on to a 20 year old Kalashnikov

pressing it tightly to his chest

just like his life was relying on it

was his life relying on it?

yes it was...all of its 24 years of it and the potential years to come

but there were no guarantees

that it (the old Kalashnikov) can actually save his life

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the night was almost there

well he was hoping for that anyway

so he could hide out for few hours and then walk back to somewhere safe

somewhere a bit more familiar

"how did I lose everybody?", he asked himself....or he must have

and he thought

"I hope she gets along with my mothe..."

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the explosion was deafening

I looked up after the moment was settled

I could see him

I could see his legs, still in his boots

but now 10-15 meters apart from his body

and their distance could've been

10,000 kilometer

it wouldn't have made any difference anyway

he must have been screaming

but I couldn't hear anything

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passing out

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he was drowned in his jello like dried blood, tears and sweats

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looking over the heel

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a single happy tree in the quiet horizon

in a landscape all resembling a nameless single color

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a dark bird flew away over my head

and all I could hear was

silence

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Cheers
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Wolf189
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