[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two
days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]
Come to me only with playthings now. . .
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Catastrophically wounded in war, peace comes in the form of images of home and contentment. Before death, the memories of loved ones singing, gardens flowering, children listening to stories, simple home and its things, all give comfort.
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