In the wilderness of the town next to 69th Street, he held the man's hand and intertwined their fingers.
He was honored as a sergeant, but lost his military status;
He was a private soldier but lost his left arm.
Standing in the miscanthus, bending down to look at the hard-won peace and freedom, the windmill valley.
Also, that kind of gaze from the other party,
"We will no longer live for them."
Concept: Peace, love and freedom are hard-won. Even miscanthus can shine like gold in the sun and breeze.
