What happens, what has to happen, and where it happens when all you can hear is the chopping of wood and all you can see is mist all around you: the Lost Battalion never, ever sleeps.
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V. 127 When The Dead Stroll Through The Mist…
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What happens, what has to happen, and where it happens when all you can hear is the chopping of wood and all you can see is mist all around you: the Lost Battalion never, ever sleeps.