
A moment on the road
On a road from Loimola towards Suvilahti, early March 1940...
Something blew up ahead on the dark blue road. Rucksacks no longer felt heavy as their carriers threw themselves into the ditch, crawled behind rocks and trees. Snow fell from the nearby spruces like a white powder. Some were still covering their heads and rifles with their hands, as some lifted their faces from the ground. Men stared at each other's faces with uncertainty.
What should we do? Was the enemy somewhere near? Was someone hit? Did someone else piss his pants?
As the ringing echo of the explosion disappeared into the night, distant gunfire was heard ever clearer now.

having held on forever to the hope of knowingyou read arrows, archer, from some secret sage;
before the battle, my teacher took your thumb from the bow,
(sound spying, how your arrow went whistling)
recalling the rush in your five-full fist.
so I, archer became, yet you brave,
never bitter for the bow, fought the forfeit feud.
you have history’s heart: and I won a war.
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(And congratulations to the other winners! Definitely going to read everything now.
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(Also, the line you quoted made me realise I'd missed a typo there. Derp derp derp. Thanks for that, too.)