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He fell down on the snow covered ground backward. A piece of snow between his neck and collar was annoying him. For a moment he thought that how much he hates the steam that was coming out of his mouth, although when he was a child, it was so exciting for him to watch it. It was one of his hobbies to breathe deeply near the glass of the window with his younger brother and then starting to write their names and draw with their fingers on it. He felt a light heat on his thigh but did not pay attention to it, because the most important thing for him in that moment was his knife. He started to look for his knife, but it was impossible for him to stand up… exhausted… cold… grey… so just looked at his around… it was not there… then looked at the snow covered hill that he fell down from it… nothing… except blood in a white background… whose blood was that? Then he felt that light heat on his thigh again, but not just heat this time… heat with pain… he put his head on the ground again… the snow was melting among his hairs… the sky was grey, the sun behind the clouds was like a silver shining pill… maybe the knife sank into the snow… he closed his eyes and winced… cold… thirsty… then he felt something in his right hand… opened his eyes quickly and checked… it was his knife, in all those moments it was in his hand… bleeding… then he looked at his thigh and saw the bleeding scab of the bite… he heard their voice again… breathing… looking him… he knelt…hardly… he was not alone…

“Once more into the fray,
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know,
Live and die on this day,
Live and die on this day…”
[When I watched "THE GREY", something like this post came to my mind, so I wrote it. Great movie… the poem under the photos is by the director, Joe Carnahan …]