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This is a rather dark narrative transcript for a deleted scene from the film Der Untergang, or Downfall ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsnAi1rNBvA ). Like a majority of historical films, it isn't 100% accurate, prompting my use of the historical fiction tag. Something about the medic's request to see the dresses stuck with me, and I decided to write. Two sentences turned into a short story with some sort of a theme, though admittedly communicated somewhat loosely. I suppose I could have developed a segment not seen in the deleted scene, but I'd rather toil with my own story idea in the works than worry so much about this. Oddly enough, that story will deal with death as well, but not in a war setting.

The Sorrowful Edge Of Town By Paul McCann Sorrowful Jones is who I am but no one gives a damn , I’m just a man doing all I can on the sorrowful edge...

I Can take you safely by the arm and lead you through alleys of discord and confusion or to a lush green valley where contentment savours its...

At low tide, the stillest sleep, and the vastness of this beach exposed. Memories littered, stories, half buried. I think that’s when I saw your eyes...

Another Meditation: I'm aware in realm of dreams anything's possible: now deep lucid connections with sky take imagination where breathing space is...

I used to go to my local, three or four times a week. I caught the odd cry of ‘Hi, Jim,’ but that was from old timers like Jock. He didn’t wait for a...

. At Anytime Of The Day By Paul McCann Life is short and it’s been so long , here today and tomorrow we’re gone. You’re just a call away at anytime...

A new day. There hadn’t been too many of them since the formation of the megaverse but today, there were fifty two. Fifty two big bangs, fifty two...

It was time. The harness descended for the final time as the Station prepared to fulfil its true purpose. The Reaper slid their arms into the harness...