texts: Wounded? How? </s> <s> I was a sergeant in the Third Cavalry Brigade. Would you like to see my wound? </s> <s> I'd love to.  Tsk, tsk, tsk. </s> <s> A Polish lancer. I was sixteen. </s> <s> Poor Ninotchka. Poor, poor Ninotchka.
labels: Don't pity me. Pity the Polish lancer. After all, I'm alive.