#1917kin

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I am not very prone to kin memories.

I have regarded this as a kind of sad thing, as there is so much I'd like to remember.

However.

Today, I was watching a WWI movie in my World History class- it's called 1917, if anyone's interested.

We reached a scene where the protagonist was searching through casualty clearance- the place behind a front line where dead and injured are tended to.

I have never before felt such an intense blast of recognition and memory.

I've worked in places like that. Obviously, far less technologically advanced, but. Still like that.

I could hardly focus on the rest of the movie. Shame, really, it's a masterpiece. I suppose I was just.. too shaken.

- Julian, a former war medic #🍺🥀

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(Please send 4/6 if you can, thank you.) Lance Corporal William Schofield here to say that my friend Blake deserved better than this. It should've been me. But I did manage to write his mother. She thanked me for it, but I didn't feel any better. I hope you made it over Jordan, Blake. You saved too many people today for it to go to waste.