The dead German lay in a ditch. In his worn, dirty infantry-private's uniform, he looked like a fallen bronze statue covered with a heavy greyish-green patinaexcept for the wax-yellow face, the blond hair and the staring blue eyes. He was young, not much over 20.
In his pack there was a picture of a fair-haired, serious young woman, and an unposted letter, dated July 2, and headed "Westfront" (Normandy):
"My beloved Gundi: The day after tomorrow it will be one month since I last heard from you. You can imagine how I feel....
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