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Krasparov +33
No fajnie się grudzień zaczął nie powiem że nie #przegryw
ignis84 +263
Jest mi bardzo ciężko, moje nogi są w fatalnym stanie. Perspektywa chodzenia, po prostu przestałam ją widzieć. Dwa lata walki z bólem, walki o powrót do normalności.
Byłam już tak blisko, tak mi się wydawało.
Robiłam duże postępy w szpitalu, na rehabilitacji. Zaciskałam zęby, ale bolało coraz bardziej, aż poruszanie się przestało być możliwe.
Nawet w łóżku, nie mogłam usiąść, w sumie nic nie mogłam. Diagnoza była druzgocąca, nowa bardzo rozrośnięta zmiana,
Byłam już tak blisko, tak mi się wydawało.
Robiłam duże postępy w szpitalu, na rehabilitacji. Zaciskałam zęby, ale bolało coraz bardziej, aż poruszanie się przestało być możliwe.
Nawet w łóżku, nie mogłam usiąść, w sumie nic nie mogłam. Diagnoza była druzgocąca, nowa bardzo rozrośnięta zmiana,
"Our ribald conversations were suddenly cut off by a marrow-freezing cry. Twenty yards behind us, clumps of earth whirled up out of a white cloud and smacked into the boughs. The crash echoed through the woods. Stricken eyes looked at each other, bodies pressed themselves into the ground with a humbling sensation of powerlessness to do anything else. Explosion followed explosion, choking gases drifted over the undergrowth, smoke obscured the treetops, trees and branches came crashing to the ground, screams. We leaped up and ran blindly chased by lightening and crushing air pressure from tree to tree looking for cover, skirting around giant tree trunks like frightened game. A dugout which many men had taken shelter and which I too was running towards, took a direct hit that ripped up the planking and send heavy timber spinning through the air.
Like a couple of squirrels having stones thrown at them, the NCO and I dodged, panting behind a huge beech tree. Quite mechanically, and spurred on by further explosions, I ran after my superior who sometimes turned round and stared at me, wild-eyed, yelling: “what in God’s name are those things? What are they?” Suddenly there was a flash among the rootwork and a blow on the left thigh flung me to the ground. I thought I had been struck by a clump of earth, but the warm trickle of blood indicated that I had been wounded…
I threw down my haversack and ran toward the trench we had come from. From all sides, wounded men were making tracks towards it from the shelled woods. The trench was appalling, choked with seriously wounded and dying men. A figure stripped to the waste with a ripped open back leaned against the parapet. Another with a triangular flap hanging off the back of his skull emitted short, high-pitched screams. This was the home of the great god Pain. And for the first time I looked through a devilish chink into the depths of his realm. And fresh shells came down all the time. I lost my head completely."
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