Again the grim sky closes circling like a vulture over the dead silence. Like a crouching beast over the camp the moon sets, pale as a corpse. And like a shield abandoned in battle, blue Orion - lost among the stars. The transports growl in darkness and the eyes of the crematorium blaze. It's steamy, stifling.
Sleep is a stone.
Breath rattles in my throat. This lead foot crushing my chest is the silence of three million dead. Night, night without end. No dawn comes. My eyes are poisoned from sleep.