They weren't Norwegian, they were Swedish. We bombed all hell out of them anyway.

That was ash, not smoke. Ash moves slower than smoke. Ash langours. Yes, that might have been soot, but it could have been bone.

In the mess at breakfast, we could heard a chirping through the settling din.

That wasn't a bird.

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